AN: This chapter it's dedicated to inuyasha9lover. Along with 1000 of thank you.

Oh, and warning: Lemon.

Now, enjoy:

Someone wise has once said: „Home it's where your heart is."

Chapter 12: Part 3- Our story

„So, what do you think?"

Your voice clear and serious, while I still looked around, inspecting, searching for something, for anything.

The small apartment, but cozy and sweet seemed to be perfect, if not, then it seemed to be just enough for me.

After I agreed to live with him, he wasted no time in that hospital. You could say that he almost took me by force to leave the hospital at once, with him, and to come here.

From what I understood, he owns this apartment. Though, his father pays for it.

But he said that he lives here all alone, he studies here, eats and sleeps.

While watching the table with a carpet under it, I can almost see him with his head on the low table, exhausted after hours of studying.

The clean, but not too big kitchen, and yet another table on which a white mug stays. I can imagine him, drinking from it in the morning, right in the chair that's in front of it.

In the massive principal room of the apartment where in the very left corner it's a huge comfy bed with its white sheets and a very big fluffy blanket, the only bed from the whole apartment, I can imagine him sleeping peacefully in it, while his hair is spread on the big white pillow, with his lips parted, and the blanket just halfway pulled over him.

"For what are you spacing out stupid? Ryuu…come here…"

He said, firm at first, and then gentle, in a whisper, as I stared at his stretched hand. Just to realize that I was staring at his bed while thinking, imagining or mostly, day dreaming.

'But I wasn't implying anything…'

As if he got jealous on his own bed, he quickly sat on it, blocking my view on it, just for me to stare at him.

With his hand stretched, I hesitated while I still stood in the middle of the room.

But when reality hit me, I've begun to make small steps toward him.

Even though, for a second, I was surprised that he actually stood there with his hand stretched for me to take it, for more than two minutes, he watched me and my every move, and with my every breath and step, it felt as if I was too far away from him, until I arrived in front of him and accepted his hand.

He kissed it.

Outside, heavy rain wets the earth and as I can see, the windows of the apartment.

However, even if it's the middle of the day, outside it's a little bit too dark; the dense rain covering everything, the sky looks as if he's crying.

'For what or for whom? I can't tell.'

So I wondered why, because for the first time when it rained, I didn't felt lonely, not anymore.

His lips on my pale hand and his eyes wide open, staring at me, later to realize that he's been staring at my lips, while I unconsciously bowed to meet his waiting and already parted lips.

With one hand still in mine, while with the other on my waist, he gently pushes me toward him, our lips making short noises into the quiet room.

The only other noise it's the rain, outside, its cry echoing all around the apartment, but not a disturbing cry, instead, it's comforting.

He licked my lips, and then bit my bottom lip to explore with his tongue the insides of my mouth. And a slow dance has started, but the kiss is so tender and so slow that it only turns me on more.

Without realizing, he succeeds, because he guided me above him, while he stays on his back, on the bed.

But this position didn't last long. He caught my tongue with his white teeth and I somehow pulled my head back a little, to have my tongue sucked back into his mouth.

He switched us, with small movements. His hands under my T-shirt, big warm hands touching my back as he tenderly put me under him. However, not even once he stopped kissing me.

Until, at once certain point, he decided that we've kissed enough. I felt a little bit impatient, even though I couldn't tell what I was expecting, but I felt drunk, because I can't think clearly anymore.

His lips, teeth and tongue on my earlobe then slowly advancing to my neck, and with his hands still under my T-shit, one close to my nipple and the other one a little bit lower, under my waist.

'I can't think…' I complained into my mind as though I felt the need to think rationally about my feelings and about his actions, mostly, about what we are about to do.

Because the impatience grew stronger and stronger, making me to occasionally grab harder to the back of his white shirt.

Even though, when his tongue tasted my jaw, I gave up on thinking.

I feel drunk because of his smell, even if I can't tell if it's his perfume or his own smell, but it's intoxicating.

'I can't get enough…'

I feel drunk because of his gentle actions, which are slowly driving me insane, with each kiss and lick after each sweet bite, as if saying sorry for causing even the smallest pain, but for me, it's a good pain, a pleasure that I've never felt before in my entire life.

'I don't want this to end…'

I feel drunk because of his big hands that are embracing me, guiding me to be whenever he wants me to be, touching me, caressing every bit of skin that he can reach. Long slim fingers with a bit tanned skin looking like chocolate on milk, because my skin that's very white.

'Touch me more…'

For a second, I felt confused when I couldn't feel his mouth on me anymore, and his hands, then to realize that he's taking off my T-shirt, he pulled it up and took it off, he threw it somewhere on the ground, then he put his hand on my now ruffled hair, and he pressed his lips to my lips, his chest to my chest, and his hips to my hips.

The hand that was on my red hair, slowly slid to my ear, it felt ticklish but in a good way, then to my neck and then to my nipple, and when he pulled at it, a moan escaped my lips while we were still kissing, and then he continued to kiss me, but not my lips, again, my ear, then my neck and then lower, and when he formed small circles around my nipple with his tongue, and then he bit it, I couldn't stop my moans, but right after, I could feel his smirk on my nipple.

He must feel pleased with himself, for making me make such sounds.

I also heard them, echoing in the room along with the still pouring rain. They were strange, unknown, because my own voice seemed unfamiliar to me, as if it belonged to someone else but soon, I couldn't hear myself anymore.

The pleasure has clouded my mind.

However, I started to unconsciously tremble and to dig my nails into his wide back.

Because he traveled lower and lower, until he was at the hem of my pants. My green eyes, attentive and somehow, alarmed, my heart beating too fast, and also, breathing too fast.

With one hand touching just a bit after the hem of my pants, he looked up at me, and also came up to kiss my lips.

And with one hand on my left cheek and his lips with just one millimeter away from mine, together breathing in each other's mouths, with his other hand, he advanced to my butt and grabbed it.

"Ah…"

It was moan? It was something else? I couldn't realize, my eyes on his parted lips, and all the feelings that took control of me, didn't prepare me an answer for his question.

"Are you okay with…?"

As if saying the rest of his question, he again but this time, more gently grabbed the left cheek of my butt.

In that second, everything stopped. I didn't look at his lips anymore, even though I still felt the warm breaths on my lips, colliding with my own breath.

I searched into his eyes, as he searched into mine.

I could again hear the sky crying outside; however, the wind was unreasonably quiet.

We stood like this for seconds or minutes, even so, after all, he seemed to have lost his patience when with his hand that was still on my butt he pushed me toward him, into his groin, and then he rubbed up and down along with mine, another moan escaped my lips, and my eyes were no longer focused and reasonable, but clouded, my thoughts nowhere in sight, just emotions.

And after he bit my lips, and pushed himself into me harder and also pushing me into him closer, I barely heard myself when I responded:

"Yeah…"

The answer was half of a word and half of a moan, but he took it as a complete affirmative answer, and he kissed my lips with desire, as if he was hungry, and we tasted each other's mouth for several seconds or maybe minutes, still, it didn't felt enough.

He then traveled down as he bit my nipple along the way, but even with this small comfort from him, I could feel myself starting to tremble once again.

He gave a small peck to the skin above the hem of my pants.

And then I could feel his hands taking off my pants, lower and lower, until I could no longer feel them, and then to hear something that fell to the floor, because in the dense silence, it was impossible not to hear.

Or maybe I am too self-conscious…

Even so, I didn't realize that he took my boxers along with my pants until I felt his lips on my naked member.

I grabbed the white bed sheet because he was too far so I couldn't touch his back anymore.

So, I dig my nails into the blameless mattress.

Then I felt his tongue giving it a long lick to all of it.

'My cheeks are probably red by now…'

This was my quiet thought because then I felt his hand caressing it.

I looked down at him, just the catch the moment when he took it inside his warm mouth, because after that, I've dug my nails harder into the mattress and pushed the back of my head into it.

I can't keep my head up…

With my mouth open, I tried to hold back my moans but didn't completely succeed, as he repeatedly took me into his mouth, fully, up and down, and when he stopped, I, without knowing why, I rose my head as best as I could, a little, to watch him and when he realized that, with one hand still caressing it, he made small circles at the tip of my member.

My head crashed onto the bed again, and I could feel his smirk against my skin again, as moans echoed in the silent room, I cried along with the sky.

When he took my member again into his mouth and licked all around it, I put my hand onto my eyes and pulled a little at my hair, for a second, but the pain from the rough treatment I was applying to my hair seemed inexistent for me.

With my eyes closed shut but my mouth wide open, and my hands still grabbing the bed sheet nervously, I tried to speak:

"I… coo…m…"

I couldn't even finish one word, but he seemed to have understood what I was saying, because his mouth wasn't on it anymore, just his hand and then, when I said it, his mouth returned to its place.

I came into his mouth.

'I can't believe it…' I thought this as I grabbed the pillow, and I've put it on my red face.

"Don't cover your face; I want to see it…"

He said; sounding really disturbed as he gently tried to take my hands off the pillow.

But he was gentle while I am stubborn and I hold on strongly and confident to the pillow with my both hands.

Nevertheless, he refused to use the same method, so he used his own.

I don't know where his hands were for some seconds, because they surely weren't on me, however, he didn't get off me because he still was above and on me.

Then I felt quick and sure, one of his hands, moving my legs, spreading them but I didn't had time to react at all, because I soon felt a warm and wet finger entering me in the next second, a cry of pain, of pleasure, or maybe both.

The pillow was thrown to the floor along with the other clothes. I stared into his eyes and he stared into mine, as he pushed the long and slim finger deeper into me.

Tiny cries escaped my lips as his finger explored deeper.

But just when I felt a bit used with it, he took it out and I stared as he unzipped his pants. To also realize that he took his shirt off and that his chest was completely exposed to me, still, I was barely aware that on the other hand, I am completely naked, even my socks have mysteriously disappeared, even if I didn't felt or seen when he took them off.

I was distracted by his naked chest that was beautifully tanned and muscled, and on each side of his shoulders, my skinny white legs stood, even if I don't remember putting them there.

His eyes were still looking down so when I stopped inspecting him, so I arrived on his face then to look at where he was looking, it was to meet his naked huge member that was just one centimeter away from entering me.

I didn't have one second to react when the intense pain spread from my butt to my whole body. I started to tremble again.

He put himself on me, so my hands were now again on his muscled back, holding tight, his mouth above mine, breathing together, but then, he entered a bit more again, and the pain was excruciating.

I bit onto his shoulder from the pain; I moaned and screamed; I dug my nails into his back so hard that at one certain second, I had no strength left into my hands. But he didn't complain at all.

He entered a bit further and this time I couldn't but talk, completely at my limit:
"It hurts…Cloud…it… Ah…"
My screams of pain seemed to arrive on deaf ears because he continued to enter, he continued to push further.

'I feel like crying…'

Even my thoughts seemed desperate, so I continued to moan and scream, to dig my nails into his back, and occasionally bite him, as he entered completely.

He stood still, for some seconds and then he started to move and with the strength that has returned to me, even though I felt very weak, the pain made me use my entire strength to try and keep him still.

"Don't…it… hurts…" I said between long painful breaths.

He refused to stay still, and continued to move until he had a slow pace and the pain was fainter with each thrust.

My pained scrams and nails digging continued until my hands embraced his neck, quite relaxed but exhausted, and my mouth was covered with his, small moans parting our lips sometimes.

At once certain moment, I felt pleasure above all pain and above all the dizziness that covered my brain, eyes and body in some way.

I realized that he was fully inside of me, and his thrust was deeper and longer each time, as he hit one particular place each time.

'It doesn't hurt anymore…'

From slow, to a bit faster, then faster until we were strongly holding on to each other, together entering in each other, pushing, further, closer, both sweating, trying to kiss, bite, lick our mouths and necks, until I came and he also did, inside of me.

We meet halfway in that moment, kissing each other.

And so, outside it's still raining, that much I can tell, and I suddenly feel warmth and then a sweet peck onto my lips and then onto my cheek, I opened my eyes to see his eyes staring into mine.

He kissed me again, and embraced, we both fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes, it was to look at the white ceiling and then to unconsciously start searching with my hands all over the bed after him, but he was nowhere to be found.

I rose up a little to look all around the room, but there is no one around, the door of the kitchen was open but it was empty, at least the bit of it that I can see form bed, and the bathroom door is also open, all the lights are off, and the whole apartment is drowned in silence and in a comforting darkness.

I twisted and rolled all around the bed, until my head rested onto his pillow, just to meet my first thought in the late morning, very close to afternoon:
'The bed…smells like him…'

An image from last night appeared into my mind, and I quickly closed my eyes, refusing to think further, refusing to realize or to acknowledge the reality, or past.

I open my eyes to look at the closed window, to see that outside it no longer rains, but the sky still looks heavy, grey clouds covering the sun.

I rolled again until I was looking at my right, at the rest of the room, in the direction of the door but also to see the only nightstand of his bed, while the other side it's collided with the wall and on that wall, the window.

On the nightstand, I see a white sheet, and I lazily but precisely stretch to take it, and then to try and read it.

On the half of a page, he wrote with a beautiful but messy handwriting, if that could be, a message for me: 'There's food in the fridge and painkillers on the kitchen table, I'll be back soon.'

A frown automatically made itself known on my face, as I finished reading and I've put the sheet back on the nightstand.

I rose up, a bit dizzy, to realize that I am still naked and I lazily walked to the only closed and picked up a big white T-shirt even though, it might be exactly his size but for me, it's too big, but it feels comfortable, while his smell lingers on it, and I also found my boxers on a chair that was right next to the closet where he folded all of my clothes.

However, I wanted to wear his T-shirt, I suddenly felt too lazy to put any pants on so I headed to the kitchen, at the halfway of my road; I felt my back attacking me with no mercy.

I struggled while I made the next steps toward the kitchen in the silent and dark apartment.

With my bare feet on the sandstone, I immediately felt a bit cold but the pain from my back was way stronger than any other tiny emotion.

I spotted the bottle with pills that was in the middle of the table, so I can see it, while other plastic bags with different things covered the rest of the table. I figured out that it was food, but they looked touched, so the actual food was really in the fridge but while I took the small bottle of pills into my hand, a thought appeared into my mind:
'You left in such a rush that you didn't had time to put all the groceries back to their place?'

But I didn't have the time to answer to my own question that the pain stokes again, when I tried to make another step, so I immediately walked to the sink, took a glass and filled it with water.

"Shit…" I said as I slid to the floor and I've put the glass beside me, and my butt on the cold sandstone felt nice for some seconds while I opened the bottle of pills and took one, took it with water then I, without reason stared at the bottle to see that the price tag it's still on it.

"Where did you go, Cloud?" I asked the silence, even though in the back of my mind, I was making myself crazy because I already knew that no one will answer to my question.

However after three seconds, I heard the sound of keys in the apartment's door. I quickly rose up from the floor, and with the pain bottle falling from my hand along the way, with the glass still on the kitchen's floor, I almost ran in the middle of the room, to stare at the door that was being opened from the other side.

"Cloud?" I asked before the said person had enough time to actually enter in the room, and in my view.

But before I could even smile, without even knowing why I felt so desperate to see Cloud again, a cold shiver ran up my spine and then I felt sick and weak, as an old man stared back at me with a stern but a bit confused expression on his face.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" He asked me, and I opened my mouth just to close it again.

Somehow, in the silence, in that second, I missed the rain, because just now, I realize that the sky wasn't crying, wasn't sad, and wasn't to make me feel lonely, it was protecting me, protecting us.

Until now.

To be continued…

Finished! It looks like there will also be a part 4 because I couldn't tell you Cloud's story in this, but you see, inuyasha9lover agreed to my idea on making a lemon so I couldn't disappoint. But I tell you that this is still a SasuNaru story! For real, I just need you to know all this, it's important for later and for SasuNaru's relationship. Hope you like Ryuu and Cloud, 'cause they're very important, I wouldn't be wasting four chapters for them if not, still, I need you to like them because without them…ahem… almost told yea a secret…

For inuyasha9lover: Hope you liked it my dear, my computer it's still dead, and I'm still with the same annoying computer which blocks per minute, and I have a horrible headache and my health is not wonderful at all, but I just smiled at your sweet words, and you made me so happy to know that you like my story so much and couldn't wait to repay your wonderful reviews with a chapter, and with what you wanted. Hope you liked the lemon, I tried to make it a bit romantic, and I really don't like lemons without feelings but I also tried to make it as realistic possible. And thank you for 100 times, you are very sweet, thank you very much, you also make my days brighter, believe me.

However, I hope I'll be able to post soon, oh and if anybody sees a mistake, tell me where, I read it several times but as I said, this computer kills me and neither the computer nor I am in a wonderful health situation.

Oh, and Aimogene hope you're still reading and hope I also didn't disappoint you.

Hope everybody liked the first lemon of the story, well; it's the second in a way because the first was the very first chapter but that was rape, mostly, anyway, I'll shut up now, the next chapter will contain Cloud's story, let you people guess who's the old man, see you next time.

Thank you very much.