Detective Loki Fan Fiction ❯ Bridge Between Them ❯ Bridge Between Them ( Chapter 1 )

The Bridge Between Them

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As much as I wish I did…I do not own Matantei Loki/Ragnarok…otherwise I would have an entire volume of nothing but explicit orgies…mmm…

Koibito/koi- boyfriend/lover

Oi- exclamatory “hey”</babbling>

    Bright sunlight shone down from the heavens, devouring all which stood before it in brilliance. However a dark presence was holding off the light from the bell tower situated on the edge of the town.  A red eye pierced the shadow there at the top of the tower, surveying that which lay beneath it.

    *Those perfect trees... Those perfect children climbing them while their perfect families look on... Every one of them, living their perfect lives... Damn them all! Why are they so perfect? What the Hel makes them so much more fortunate than me?*

    His lips curled up in a sneer, his teeth clenching as a deep guttural growl released it from him, echoing down through the playground under him. The sunlight faltered, clouds welling up in the sky, halting the action below as they all stared up at what was happening...

    “Heimdall,” A stoic, calm voice sounded from just behind him, effectively breaking his concentration as he spun to confront this intruder upon his broodings. His body, once tense, now relaxed upon seeing the voice's owner, “What do you want Freyr?”

    The taller god said nothing, walking past his companion, to the window with his arms folded behind his back. He stared blankly out of it, his eyes sweeping over the landscape below.

    “Oi! Freyr!" Heimdall raised his voice a bit this time, his childish side showing through a bit, irritated at being ignored. He waited through a few more seconds of silence before moving behind Freyr, his right arm shooting out to hit him square in the back, Freyr whipping around before his punch made contact and catching his arm with one hand, his face still impassive.

    “Heimdall. Look out that window. Do you see those people?”

    Heimdall glanced past the other's shoulder. He saw the same people he had before, their eyes still skyward, looking for any traces of the clouds that appeared so spontaneously before.

    “Yes. What about them?” His eyes flicked back to Freyr's, frowning a small bit after Freyr wouldn’t let go even when he struggled to retrieve his arm.

    Freyr bent his knees, meeting Heimdall's eyes, his face only inches from the others. “You feel envious of them, yes?”

    Heimdall averted his eyes, a small blush appearing, “Why... would you say something like that? I’m better than they are.”

    “There is lie upon your lips.” Freyr said firmly, his eyes trailing down to look at those lips, before returning to Heimdall's eyes. “You are envious of them, because you see them as complete. But they cannot see you as complete.” Freyr brushed the hair away from his partner’s concealed eye.

    Heimdall’s blush deepened, partly from the truth that he had revealed, partly from the proximity of Freyr to him, for Freyr had leaned even closer. *This is getting too odd.* Heimdall jerked at his hand again, but Freyr held it fast.

    Freyr was so close now that, if there had been one movement, their lips would have been intertwined. “Heimdall, you are complete.” And with that Freyr made the last movement and closed his lips over the boy's.

    Heimdall couldn’t have breathed even if his lips weren’t occupied. He was completely helpless, like putty in Freyr’s hands.

    Freyr continued his onslaught on Heimdall’s lips, savoring every taste he could find and after a minute or so, letting go of Heimdall, by both hand and mouth, leaving the boy panting at his side.

    “I’m sorry Heimdall. I shouldn’t have done something like that.” Freyr himself blushed, this time, lowering his eyes and backing cautiously in case of an angry god.

    But something happened that Freyr didn’t expect, that then in turn left him breathless. Heimdall wrapped his arms about his shoulders and took his lips in a passionate sweep. Heimdall groaned softly, now exploring every bump and variety in Freyr’s mouth, before letting his grip fall also, opening his left eye to see a caring set of brown ones gazing lustfully back at him.

    “There is no need to apologize Freyr, we both need this.”

    “You surprise me sometimes, Heimdall.” the other murmured, guiding the purple-haired boy to the floor and crouching in between his spread thighs.

    Heimdall moved to unbutton his shorts, but his wrist was caught again.

    "Leave that to me," A sensuous smile spread slowly over the brunette's visage.

    Heimdall nodded, blushing slightly.

    Freyr removed his gloves and toed off his boots, before slowly sliding a hand up Heimdall’s shirt, caressing his adolescent curves, sensually circling his naval, slowly trailing upwards to tease peaked nipples, slow moans and sudden gasps issuing out of the boy.

    “Freyr... I don’t... need any of this... stu-“ He was cut off by a finger over his mouth.

    “Shh. I want to make it good for your first time in this body. And anyhow, are we even sure you can do anything in this form?”

    Heimdall blushed again, now aware of his pre-pubescent body, though it contradicted with the thousands of years of sex he knew.

    Freyr did not wait for an answer, moving his hand down to the clasp of Heimdall's shorts, removing them, his boxers, and his shoes in one graceful pass.

    Freyr was quite surprised to see a fully erect manhood jutting from this boy's groin; one that even measured up to his own.

    “I suppose some things carried over from our world, ne, Heimdall?” Freyr observed more than asked, grinning lustily.

    “So it would seem,” Heimdall confirmed, smirking proudly.

    Freyr slinked down further, moving his hands to his partner’s hairless groin and slowly closing his fingers around the erect member under him. The sudden contact earned a high gasp from the boy, and then a long sigh as Freyr slowly stroked the silky skin up and down.

    “You like this, hmm, Heimdall?" Freyr purred. "You like me touching you like this, don’t you?”

    Heimdall couldn’t reply; could only retain consciousness after the torment his partner put upon him. However, suddenly, the torture stopped, and the warm hands released him, though they were replaced by an even warmer mouth, making the same quick, short strokes as before.

    Heimdall's head had lolled back, his mouth open in incessant groan. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold himself before he lost it.

    “Fre---yr…I’m gonna-soon!"

    Freyr murmured incoherently, pulling off slowly.

    Heimdall relaxed, trying to slow his breathing after so nearly toppling over the edge, but the momentary relaxation was ended when Freyr slipped one saliva-soaked digit into his partner's passage. Heimdall gasped, not entirely expecting such an intrusion, and Freyr eagerly inserted another finger, and then another, slowly pumping them, making Heimdall writhe under him.

    “Are you ready to have me inside you, koibito?” Freyr murred, his voice thick with lust, yet overlaid with caring.

    Heimdall just nodded, his mouth having conceded to stop functioning.

    Freyr stood briefly, divulging himself of his clothing, then kneeling back between Heimdall's legs and removing his green shirt. The boy wrapped his legs about the other's waist, tilting his hips upwards, and bringing him closer to his lover.

    Freyr positioned himself at his partner’s entrance, grasping the boy's hips, then thrusted slowly till the head of his shaft popped through.

    Heimdall gasped and yelled softly, his mouth quivering uncontrollably, his eyes screwed shut evidence enough that he was holding back tears.

    Freyr stopped at seeing this, not moving at all for fear of further harming his lover.

    Heimdall slowly opened his eyes, seeing the anticipation on his partner’s face, though no movement was being made, “You're bigger than I remember, koibito, that’s all. Keep going, please."

    “Hnnn. You feel so good...” Freyr murred, steadily driving all the way in, rump meeting groin.

    Heimdall let out a guttural moan as Freyr's shaft rubbed past that spot deep inside him; he had always hit it like no one else ever had.

    Freyr rutted more quickly, deeper into his partner, finding a rhythm and riding it long and hard.

    A thin sheet of sweat coated the two god's skin, and where once a small chill could have been found in the breezy loft, a heat now seemed to emanate from it.

    Freyr had never before had a problem containing himself, but there was something about the God of Surveillance that had pushed him to his limit, forcing him to grit his teeth in defiance of his body.

    “Quic-kly, my koi, I don’t know if I can wait for you too much longer.” Freyr panted, certain syllables punctuated by his thrusts.

    Heimdall was nearing completion, too, as his lover hammered at his prostate in ecstasy-inducing repetition.

    “F-Freyr!  Angh!” Heimdall gasped, his young body arching upwards as he released his seed, thick, pearly ropes of it streaming from his straining erection.

    Freyr thanked any and every god listening; for if another moment had gone by, he would have lost himself inside his partner. He pulled out to the tip, groaning madly, and then thrust back in roughly, all the way, spilling shot after slippery shot of his essence deep inside his lover's body. Freyr fought losing his consciousness, withdrawing and falling beside Heimdall. Panting and heavy breathing continued on for many minutes, until the vividness of reality overtook the simple carnality of sex and the bliss of release.

    “Better than in Asgard?” Freyr murmured, stroking Heimdall's hair.

    “Hai. Much better,” Heimdall nodded, before falling innocently asleep.

    Freyr stood up, stumbling a bit before regaining his balance, picking up Heimdall in his arms, and taking the descent of the stairs from their tower, not caring that both were naked. After all they were “perfect”….weren’t they? ..::!OWARI!::..

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