Warning: This scene is citrus so if you don't like it tart… you might want just to read the first and last bits. Sorry I had to make this "M" and all… Spring is in the air where I live and I guess I've just been feeling a bit randy lately.

Cheers,

Cerberus

The Uke Flu

Chapter Thirty-One: Reconciled

When Nowaki broke the kiss, Hiroki shifted a bit. He had wrapped his arms around his giant's neck during this and, though Nowaki now sat back again, Hiroki didn't entirely release him.

A half scowl that passed as Kamijou amusement graced Hiroki's face. Hiroki's eyes drifted downwards: Nowaki's arousal was obvious.

"I thought you said you were tired?"

"Ahhh, Hiro-san…" Nowaki looked at Hiroki, his eyes heavy with both fatigue and desire. "You should know by now, that bit of me is never sleepy." He wrapped his arms around Hiroki's waist and laid his head against a broad shoulder.

Nowaki was delighted when Hiro-san did not push him away and braved incurring just such a reaction by snuggling his head down a little more. "But I am afraid the rest of me is too tired to do anything about it right now."

Nowaki sighed. Hiroki ran his fingers through Nowaki's black mane and sighed himself.

"Okay, Nowaki." Hiroki extricated himself from his lover's long limbs and stood up. His face looked stern as he held out his hand. The young doctor raised his head and looked at him questioningly from under shaggy black bangs.

"Hiro-san?"

When Nowaki didn't immediately get the hint, Hiroki rolled his eyes as he reached down and grabbed his hand.

"Come on, oh, pregnant giant of mine," Hiroki grumbled. He pulled Nowaki up off the couch and started leading his still perplexed seme towards their bedroom. "Why don't you just relax and let me do the work tonight?"

Nowaki's brow rose at this display of initiative and he smiled that after almost nine years, making such a declaration still had the power to bring a blush to his partner's cheeks.

"I mean, it's almost your birthday again anyway. Right?" Hiroki drew Nowaki down the darkened hallway.

"Not for another three months yet, Hiro-san," Nowaki replied cautiously, watching his lover's reaction as Hiroki opened their bedroom door.

Hiroki stopped short and blushed darker at this: he was terrible with these kinds of personal dates: birthdays, anniversaries… He could never keep track, unlike Nowaki, who was a walking calendar of occasions both grand and minute.

Hiroki half pushed his weary lover into their room.

"Just shut up and pretend," he muttered.

Once in the bedroom, Nowaki turned on the small lamp that sat on the low night stand on his side of the bed. The room was immediately bathed with a soothing, dim-yellow glow.

The two men stood facing each other. Hiroki stilled and watched as Nowaki pulled his shirt off slowly, reveling in every subsequent inch of his partner's tightly muscled torso revealed as the fabric lifted. He did notice too, however, that Nowaki looked a little leaner and knew they would have to work harder to ensure that the man ate enough for his new condition. Hiroki decided he would definitely go see Misaki tomorrow for his next cooking lesson. After all, if what he cooked tasted better, maybe Nowaki would eat more of it.

Once Nowaki had pulled his shirt up revealing his taut pectorals though, consideration of anything not related to how fucking gorgeous his lover was, promptly fled Hiroki's thoughts.

Nowaki stripped his shirt off over his dark head and stood there then, just silently staring at Hiroki, waiting. Hiroki remained silent as well, but he dropped the sweater he'd donned earlier from his shoulders and grasped the bottom of his own t-shirt, sliding it up slowly with practiced smoothness. A bit of the sleepiness evaporated off the pools of Nowaki's blue eyes as he watched a sleek stomach appear. Hiroki had been an athlete throughout the majority of his youth and even now, though his academic life was much more sedentary, he'd still retained his lean muscular physique.

Hiroki pulled his shirt off over his wild auburn head and this motion just added a new touch of frenzy to his coif. Nowaki thought it was adorable. He bit his bottom lip as Hiroki's eyes met his own. Hiroki surprised him with a rare smile and though he said nothing, cocked his brow in a slightly challenging manner.

Your turn.

Nowaki smiled back, and slowly unfastened his jeans. He let them hang open in the front, feeling them slip down his narrow hips just slightly, his arousal now prominently displayed beneath his briefs as the heavier fabric gave way. He didn't make a move to push his jeans down further until he noticed Hiroki uncomfortably shift his stance. Knowing that he was now teasing the other man with his stillness, Nowaki's smiled broadened. He hooked his thumbs through the belt loops and began to languidly draw the denim down.

When they had started this particular "makeup sex" ritual, neither could rightly say (not even Nowaki with his amazing recall) but it had become for both, intrinsically tied to their process of reconciliation. With each article of clothing that fell away beneath the other's watchful eye, it was as if they were discarding whatever layers of the previous conflict remained as well. Harsh words (predominantly Hiroki's), grudges, misunderstanding, hurt: each was peeled off until both men were bare and ready to start over again. It made them fresh, vulnerable to each other once more in a way that each of them could bear.

It also made them both incredibly horny.

Hiroki wasn't sure why, but he was feeling significantly lighter. Perhaps because he had finally expressed a number of things he had been holding in for quite some time. Buoyed by this feeling, when it was his turn to take off his pants, he just pulled the drawstring. In a cloth-whispered instant, the thin cotton pajama bottoms he was wearing were pooled around his bare feet.

At this move, Nowaki broke the silence by clearing his throat. It was obvious he was pleased Hiroki was wearing nothing underneath.

Under Nowaki's appreciative gaze, Hiroki felt himself flush all the way down into his chest. Part of it was embarrassment at being so clearly revealed, but there was another part of it that was pride. After almost nine years, the fact that Nowaki had not grown tired of his body and almost seemed to love it more than when they first met, was one of Hiroki's great and secret joys.

In a single fluid motion Hiroki stepped out of his fallen garment and over to his giant. The flesh of their stomachs brushed, Nowaki's already proud cock and Hiroki's quickly rousing one rubbed, the fabric of Nowaki's briefs a maddening barrier. Hiroki felt Nowaki's strong arms slip around him; heated hands slid down his back, large palms traveled the round curve of his ass and cupped it lovingly.

Nowaki felt Hiro-san's lean arms lift and encircle his neck, pulling him gently forward as his partner softly nipped at his lower lip. Nowaki had not even been aware he was still biting it until he felt Hiro-san tenderly worry it out from beneath his teeth with soft lips. As their kiss deepened Nowaki felt his lover's hands move from the back of his head, sliding forward and cradling his jaw between them. Hiro-san pulled away from his hungry mouth, swept soft lips up to an ear and whispered in a single hot breath:

"Nowaki."

Nowaki was always amazed at how much meaning Hiro-san could impart to a single word. When the man said his name like that, a particular thrill filled him. The sensation of it dripped like heated honey, down his spine and straight into his cock. Hiro-san's mouth moved again and now whispered kisses down his throat. Nowaki tipped his head back to give better access and a heated moan escaped him, as one of his lover's hands drifted down to rub the thick shaft still trapped beneath the fabric of his briefs.

"Hiro-san."

Nowaki spoke his lover's name like a prayer and dropped his head, his mouth seeking. The hands kneading Hiroki's ass suddenly gripped more fervently.

The next time Nowaki said the name, it was as a question asked out of surprise.

"Hiro-san?"

Hiroki had dropped both his hands and brought them around behind himself. Each grabbed one of Nowaki's wrists with a strength rarely displayed, and moved them around to the young doctor's sides. Hiroki maneuvered the taller man over and Nowaki soon found himself seated on the edge of the futon. Meanwhile, Hiroki knelt down between Nowaki's open legs. Hazel eyes regarded Nowaki with a seldom revealed softness but still Hiroki said nothing; he just shook his head, his blush increasing slightly on already heated cheeks.

Long fingers hooked over the edge of Nowaki's briefs. The tall man lifted his hips slightly as Hiroki carefully slid them down, releasing his straining erection.

"Hiro-san?" Nowaki asked one more time.

The question came out half gasped when Hiroki's hand encircled his length at its base. Nowaki reached out one of his large hands and gently took Hiroki's chin, lifting it. Hiroki dipped his head, turning it to the side and placed a kiss in the heart of Nowaki's palm. Then with his free hand he gently but firmly gripped Nowaki's wrist and once again moved the man's hand to his side.

His eyes never left Nowaki's.

Nowaki couldn't remember the last time his lover had been so open with him, nor could he remember when he had last felt as turned on as he did in this instant. His dick was weeping now and he gasped again as Hiroki's mouth encircled its head. A skilled tongue swirled over the tip and teased his slit. Hiroki's eyes left Nowaki's just briefly as he lifted Nowaki's shaft and ran his tongue down its sensitive underside and then dropped lower to salve his giant's heavy sac.

"Fuck, Hiro-san." Nowaki moaned as Hiroki continued to attend to him.

Hiroki moved his mouth up and licked Nowaki's dick again, running his tongue over its whole length. His hand began to stroke the instant he moved back and took as much of his lover into his mouth as he could without gagging. Then Hiroki raised his gaze to meet Nowaki's once again. He bobbed his head up and down, lips curled and glistening with spit as he urged his throat to loosen and took his lover's cock deeper into him. This intimate and prolonged eye contact was something that Nowaki craved, but that Hiroki could rarely tolerate. The sight of Hiro-san's eyes looking up at him as he sucked was almost in itself enough to make Nowaki come.

"Hiro-san," Nowaki panted. "Please, I want to be inside you."

Hiroki slipped off Nowaki's cock. The moment Hiroki's mouth was free, Nowaki leaned in and laid claim to it. Their lips stayed joined as Nowaki slid back onto the futon, his broad shoulders eventually coming to rest against the wall at its head.

Hiroki crawled up following him.

Still kissing, Nowaki wrapped a strong arm around his Hiro-san and pulled the man to him and then with him as he leaned over. His hand fumbed for the drawer of his nightstand; long fingers searching for that magic vial. Once he'd found it, Nowaki straightened and then loosened his hold on Hiroki just long enough to flip the lid and anoint his fingers with an ample amount of lube. Then he pulled them both backwards until he felt the solidity of the wall behind him once more.

Hiroki straddled Nowaki's thighs and stood up on his knees and leaned forward, bracing his hands on his giant's shoulders.

Nowaki could feel Hiroki's own shaft, slick with want, and the heated skin of his torso as he pressed against him. Nowaki's dry hand palmed his lover's low back, while the dripping fingers of his other sought entrance. A long finger traced Hiroki's already twitching pucker before slowly pushing in.

Hiroki grunted at the sensation of penetration.

Nowaki, even in his eager need, still waited for Hiro-san to adjust, then he began to slowly slide his finger in and out. After what seemed like an eternity to Nowaki, a low growl alerted him his lover had had enough and was ready. Nowaki reached for the lube again and generously anointed his cock. He watched, breathless, as Hiroki positioned himself over his shaft and settled back, slowly taking him in. Nowaki held his dick as Hiroki descended; then, he allowed himself to fall back once more as he reveled in the silky heat of his lover's interior.

Hiroki panted slightly at the exertion of taking Nowaki in but he did not stop until his ass rested in Nowaki's lap. Once this was accomplished, he began to move his hips, using Nowaki's shoulders for support, flexing skilled muscles around his giant as he moved, first tentatively and then faster.

"By the gods you feel good, Hiro-san." Nowaki's normally light voice had grown husky, weighted by the power of the sensation.

As Hiroki continued to ride him, Nowaki leaned forward slightly and ran his hand over the sweat-slicked chest before him. Agile fingers sought Hiroki's nipples. Nowaki marveled at the feel of Hiro-san's balls against the skin of his low belly as the older man lifted and settled. He leaned forward, mesmerized by the sight of Hiro-san's hard cock bouncing up and down in time with the pulse of narrow hips.

Hiroki shifted his hands, setting them on Nowaki's chest and pushing him back. Nowaki grasped Hiro-san's hips and slid down until he was fully lying on the futon. Once Nowaki was reclining, Hiroki leaned over and teased Nowaki's own harden buds with his tongue. He felt Nowaki's back arch beneath him, rising to meet his mouth; the younger man's breath was coming in rasping gasps. Then Hiroki felt Nowaki's still lube-slick hand encircle his cock and begin to stroke him as Nowaki began to thrust his hips as well.

After a few minutes of Nowaki's stroking and bucking, Hiroki was wantonly moaning. He lifted his head from Nowaki's chest where his forehead was resting against it, and captured Nowaki's mouth. Nowaki responded eagerly and his hips slowed in their pulse. His hand, however, picked up its motion.

Groaning, Hiroki tore his mouth away from their oral embrace.

"Nowaki, stop! You're going to make me come."

Nowaki loved Hiroki's voice when his passion ran high. "I want you to come, Hiro-san."

"Idiot, this is supposed to be for you!" Hiroki half-gasped, half-growled, his body pitched forward as his release drew near.

"This is for me, Hiro-san," Nowaki panted back. He ran his free hand through Hiroki's sweat-darkened hair as his other continued to stroke. Within moments, his stomach was drenched with his beloved's seed. As soon as Hiroki's shuddering had subsided, Nowaki wrapped his arms around him.

"Hiro-san, I need to move." Nowaki's voice contained a soft tone of pleading.

"I thought you were tired?" Hiroki grumbled, but at the same time he gratefully collapsed into his giant's embrace.

"You revived me, Hiro-san," Nowaki murmured happily into Hiroki's strong salty neck.

Nowaki skillfully repositioned them so that now Hiroki was on his back. He felt Hiro-san's lean legs become pliant. He lifted them up, setting Hiroki's calves against his shoulders as he wrapped long arms around tightly muscled thighs, pulling Hiro-san to him, allowing him deeper penetration.

Nowaki resumed his pace, leaning over and dipping his head down occasionally to catch a kiss or a growl. Before long, his own release beckoned.

Hiroki sensed Nowaki's impending climax and could tell the younger man was struggling to hold back, not wanting their union to end. He began to clench around Nowaki, urging him towards the precipice. The beautiful friction of this against his prostate sent another wave of pleasure coursing through Hiroki.

"Fuck, Nowaki!" Hiroki arched into the bliss.

"Hiro-san!" Nowaki erupted, adding his own fire to Hiroki's internal blaze.

Nowaki's exhausted body continued to tremble even after his cock became quiet. He released Hiroki's legs as his arms suddenly felt drained of all strength. Hiroki slowly slid his legs down but he quickly wound them around Nowaki's hips, locking his partner against him, keeping Nowaki ensconced in his flesh.

Nowaki moved as if to withdraw, but the instant he did, he felt Hiro-san's legs tense around him. He collapsed gratefully upon the man beneath him and felt Hiroki's lean arms draw around him, gathering him in. Not for the first time in recent days, Nowaki felt unexpected tears rise to the surface of his eyes.

One of Hiroki's arms slipped from its embrace. A moment later Nowaki found a tender hand upon his cheek and heard a whisper even more tender still.

"Nowaki."

NEW AN: Catching up here at last... I always feel bad when I don't offer a shout out to those of you kind enough to chime in. And, "HOORAY!" only ten more reviews to reach 1000! You guys rock!

Chapter 30:

TBF101, My lovely uke, I thank you for your review. I appreciate the reiteration of one of the key themes in this egoist piece, which is the inversion of conventional egoist dynamics without complete loss of character. Thank you for reveling with me in my transgressiveness. And, yes, someday I may have to write a fic for the Tsumori shippers out there where the man is not a complete dick.

Guest, I have heard your cry and here is your lemon. Though not as many called out their cravings as I hope. Still, I hope you found it enjoyable.

Uesugiluva, thank you for being so faithful, dear, as to check in for updates and for shouting in your fan girl/boy desires.

Sakurayuri89, this will go until the birth and yes, so glad the angst is over for a few minutes. And as for Hiroki and possible pregnancy, well, it shall be revealed soon.

Alcuzey, why are you so cruel? But yes, the physical discomforts of the Flu will be explored in all their awful glory.

Clobojojo, sorry I missed you tonight, but at least this will be here for you when you wake up.

Chapter 29:

Lionfish13, thank you as always for your reviews. Yes, it was inappropriate of Tsumori, though perhaps in the man's defense, knowing Hiroki as he does, maybe he felt he was being protective of his kouhai. Still, as long as I'm in charge of the plot, Tsumori shall have neither egoist. Heh!

Ashley Tangerine, dear, your reviews thrill me, as do your drabbles. I know I need to review. Just know your last little crossover was a delight to read. You have got me hooked on "Baby Romantica."

Silent Stare, I am glad you approve. I want to show Hiroki's growth in this process as much as the pregnancy, while not causing him to lose those aspects of his character that make him who he is.

Chapter 28: (Reviewers not already mentioned above)

FujoshiNinjaNumber6, I do love inversions.

Yaoi Lover, hope you liked my resolution.

Roocie, glad you feel sympathy for Tsumori, as other readers did too. It means I am being successful in my character development. Hooray!

OLD AN:

Dear all, hope you enjoyed this slice of lemon.

Just a note of interest, alter ego "Don't Preach" has set up a forum. You can access it through the forums button on the JR page. I am collecting "Your yaoi story" stories. Please think about adding your voice and tell me how you found yaoi and why it rocks you. You do have to be a registered member to contribute though…

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Kristin from Italy: my princess, you need to get an account so I don't have to stalk you through my author's notes. Yes, you are correct in your astute observation on the multilayered readings I hope to make available in my fics. Yes, the semester is starting to grind on me and I am no longer able to be so delinquent in my duties, so fewer updates I'm afraid. Plus some health issues of my own have me feeling taxed lately. Lovely kisses back at you, darling. I will think of you on the beach and smile.

P.S. all your p.s.'s from an earlier review leave me thinking you have already been reading Neko Hiro and not telling me… Naughty girl.

Rainbow Sparklexx: Yes, I have been busy, but will try and do better with the updates.

BlackFlamingo101: hope this helps quench your endless thirst for yaoi. PS. I loved your yaoi story, by the way. We must have been twins in a previous life. Glad you gave my MPREG a try.

Vauxite/Teabags: you changed your name back again? Ah yes, well, there is a certain amount of art imitating life that occurs in these stories of mine… Baby bump is impending. Thank you for all of you who added to the forum and I promise to stop whining so much. It was actually fun and I got to eat a 20.00 steak I didn't have to pay for. That sure beat Top Ramen, I'll tell you.

Maggie Mae: Glad you loved this chapter. We will have to see how the boys navigate things hopefully more gracefully than they have. Your other question will be addressed soon in upcoming chapters. Thank you for your yaoi story by the way also. What a tremendous community we have here.

Freakylemurcat: Thank you for adding your voice. There will be an Akihiko and Misaki chapter coming up soon.

Aoshi139: Always happy to hear from you, luv.

MidoriTenchi90: You are my ever faithful and I love you for that! Thank you for jumping on the forum, but you didn't write your yaoi story. You know you can do it in Spanish, don't you?

Segment Thought: How's your pervy grin now?

Hiyon Kazariki: Again I'm corrupting you… stay tuned and find out.

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