Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Greek Love ❯ Intimacies ( Chapter 6 )

Yes! It's really here! The lemon awaits you! Hope you will agree it was worth waiting for! Enjoy!

 

 

Disclaimer: Do not, never have, never will, own Fake.

 

 

As it turned out, Dee didn't make it back in time to see Ryo that evening before he went to bed. He had been forced to spend his evening much less pleasantly by debating the various vices of government restrictions on trade policies with none other than Berkely Rose. By the time he arrived home, Dee was tired and very cross. Deciding he'd rather see Ryo when he was fresh and rested the next morning (and had the day free), he fell into bed and was snoring away almost before his head hit the pillow.

 

Dee heard the scream rip along the walls and tear into his room, the agony in the cry setting him on his feet and running within seconds. His heart pounded against his ribs as he threw open the door to Ryo's bedroom, nearly breaking the hinges in his mad rush to Ryo's side.

 

His first emotion upon seeing that the blond man was still alive and alone in his bed was relief, then confusion as he saw Ryo toss and writhe in the sheets, arms flailing and his eyes shut tight, tears streaming down his cheeks.

 

"Ryo! Wake up!" Dee said earnestly as he climbed to the man's side and shook him. But Ryo was too lost in the nightmare and his arms came lashing out at him, forcing Dee to straddle his legs and pin his body beneath him. With his arms held above his head, Ryo fought even harder, but Dee held fast. "Ryo! It's a dream! WAKE UP!" he cried. And finally, slowly, Ryo stopped his struggle and his eyes, red and swollen, looked up to see Dee leaning over him.

 

"D-Dee?" he said questioningly, his mind reluctantly coming back to him. But even as he became aware once more of his surroundings, the pain and anguish of the nightmare flowed over him in fresh waves and new tears sprang to his eyes. "Oh, Dee!" he whimpered, reaching for the man above him.

 

Swiftly, Dee pulled him into his arms and cradled the smaller man against his chest, rocking him gently like a child. "It's all right, Ryo. It was just a dream, you're all right now," he cooed. But Ryo's shoulders continued to shake violently from the force of his tears and he shook his head.

 

"No, it was real... they're really dead," Ryo cried and Dee didn't have to ask whom he was referring to. "I see them die over and over and I can never save them!" Ryo cried into Dee's embrace, leaning into the man's warmth for support. His hot tears spilled down his cheeks and fell over the other man's bare chest.

 

Dee wasn't sure what to do, or how to soothe the young man, so he let him vent his anger and sorrow and simply continued to hold him. After a few moments, the young man grew quieter and calmer, then looked up entreatingly into Dee's deep jade eyes. He didn't say anything, but the look spoke volumes and Dee was well familiar with the need exuding from Ryo's heavy-lidded gaze. The intensity of it made the dark-haired man momentarily suck in his breath. He didn't want to take advantage of the younger man's pain, but he didn't know how strong he was to refuse such naked desire.

 

Even as their lips poised just inches away from each other, Ryo felt the older man's hesitation, saw the conflict in his eyes. But there was no such conflict within himself and leaning up he closed the space between them because Dee offered everything he needed within the circle of his arms: warmth and comfort and forgetfulness.

 

And when Dee felt the exquisite heat of Ryo's mouth close over his own he was helpless against the other man's silent plea. Soon, the offending sheet between their bodies was stripped away, their naked forms pressed intimately against one another. Ryo groaned, desperate to loose himself to the passions sweeping through him. He needed to free himself from the despair in his heart, he needed to feel alive again. So he cast aside rational thought and gave himself over to instinct, throwing his arms over Dee's neck to draw him closer and reaching his legs around to hook them behind the man's thighs. His pulsing manhood now grinded seductively against the other man's powerful erection.

 

"Make me feel alive again," he whimpered plaintively.

 

It wasn't happening the way Dee would've liked; he would've preferred to take his time, kissing away the blond's tears and making sweet, slow love to him. But Ryo's body was frantic with need beneath him and Dee knew it would be a mistake to refuse him. And, more importantly, he didn't want to.

 

Ryo pressed more insistently against the older man's lips and Dee let go of the last of his reservations, unleashing the full force of his driving passion upon the younger man under him. His lips came crushing down over blond's delicate mouth. His tongue plunged passed Ryo's lips, probing, demanding, as he purposefully let the full weight of his heavy, muscular frame press down into the other man's yielding body.

 

Overwhelmed by Dee's significant weight pinning him down and the man's mouth clamped over his own, Ryo found it difficult to even breathe. And the more demanding his raven-haired lover became, the more he reveled in the sensation of helpless surrender. It felt as if Dee's hands and lips were everywhere at once; fingers roving the sides of his ribs and thighs, lips sliding down his neck and chest. Ryo's hands flew into the man's ebony hair when a firm, wet tongue was flattened and dragged torturously over a taught nipple, his head thrashing from side to side in ecstasy.

 

And still the assault continued. While his attention was diverted, Dee dropped a hand down to cup the young man's firm ass and glide a teasing finger down along his cleft. The dark-haired man was rewarded with a hungry moan as beneath him Ryo arched his back in an attempt to bring himself into closer contact with Dee's exploring digit. But the older man wouldn't give him what he wanted just yet.

 

Hands suddenly pinned down Ryo's wrists and he felt Dee's rock-hard cock begin to rub up and down his own erection, the delicious friction driving him mad. His legs were forced to spread wider as Dee positioned himself more firmly between the blond's thighs. Reaching to the floor next to the bed, Dee grabbed a small vile of olive oil he had stashed away and drizzled it over Ryo's firm abs. Sliding both palms through the slick liquid, Dee spend it down through the fine, curly hair between Ryo's thighs until he reached his throbbing arousal. With deliberate strokes, Dee coated both their quivering erections, the warm feel of the oil heightening the younger man's sensitivity and fueling his anticipation.

 

Growing harder than he ever thought possible, the raven-haired man slipped an arm under each thigh and lifted until Ryo's legs were hooked over his shoulders and his cock was pushing against the man's tight entrance. His patience had all but disappeared, but he managed to take the time to prepare his companion by first sliding one slick finger passed the puckered ring of his ass. A cry caught in the blond man's throat, a mixture of surprise and rapture. A second finger soon followed the first and a third was close behind.

 

"Ahhhh! NNnnhhhh!" Ryo gasped as the thick digits pumped in and out of his body. Dee grinned at the eager, responsive cries and, as smoothly and quickly as possible, replaced his fingers with his pulsing erection.

 

"Oh! Gods!" Dee murmured through clenched teeth as the heat of the young man's tight canal enveloped him. Never had anything felt so fine in his life! He couldn't help but immediately plunge deep into Ryo's willing body, impaling him on his stiff cock.

 

Ryo was utterly at the other man's mercy, his legs in the air, his body being pounded down into the bed without restraint. "Dee!" he cried, welcoming every movement as their sweaty skin slapped into each other over and over again.

 

"Ryo!" the other man ground out, leaning down to capture his mouth once more. But soon he was forced to release his lips to gasp for breath as he continued to slam into the man's body with abandon.

 

Despite his best intentions, Dee knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for long and raising himself up, he reached between them to wrap a hand around Ryo's weeping member.

 

"AHhhhHH! DEE!" Ryo screamed within seconds, orgasm ripping through him as his cock exploded over both himself and his master. He collapsed, panting heavily, but Dee wasn't through with him yet. The dark-haired man still hadn't cum and he wanted more.

 

Moving Ryo into a better position for himself, Dee flipped the young man onto his belly, pressed down his shoulders and, hiking his ass up, entered him forcefully. The smaller man cried out in pain and pleasure as Dee reached around to pump his cock back to stiffness. He knew that Ryo was young and his body would respond swiftly. But as eager as the young man's body was for another shuddering climax, Ryo's emotions were raw. Inexperienced as he was, the powerful orgasm had left him shattered and he was unable to collect himself before Dee's fresh assault. He had no words to describe the overwhelming feelings pouring over him as the older man forced a new orgasm through him. Vaguely, he heard Dee mutter incoherent words into his ear before the man spilled forth his seed into Ryo's waiting body.

 

"Dear heaven! Ryo!" the dark-haired man had cried before collapsing on top of the blond's prone body. He had cum so hard it shook him and it was a few moments before he realized the other man's body was quaking beneath him.

 

Moving beside the young man, Dee whispered, "Ryo? Are you all right?" But the other man merely curled his body against the raven-haired man's chest, shivering. "Ryo? Please! Tell me!" Dee commanded more urgently now.

 

"I- I'm ok," came a faint whisper from Ryo. As he lifted his eyes, Dee could see silent tears slipping from his eyes and his heart constricted in his chest.

 

"Did I... hurt you?" he asked quietly, wrapping an arm about the blond to draw him close.

 

"No! I just... " Ryo replied shakily. "It was just overwhelming... not bad, just... intense," he explained.

 

"I think I understand," said Dee. And he did. The first time could often be a very overpowering experience, especially for someone in Ryo's situation: unpracticed in affairs of love and nurturing emotional scars from his recent past.

 

They said no more to each other, but Dee stayed up far into the night, holding Ryo close to his heart long after the man's breathing had slowed to a sleepy, even rhythm.

 

 

****** Ahhh! FINALLY I got to the lemon! I had parts of this written a while ago and it took me so long to get to it! Hope you all think it was worth the wait!

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