Fan Fiction ❯ And After ❯ One-Shot

And After
Melcena Lang

Kigai resurfaced slowly, the taste of sleep lingering in his mouth. He stared at the ceiling of his bedroom for a long moment, one hand running over the expanse of unoccupied space at his side. It was cold, only a faintly indented pillow testament to Shima's presence, a lone blonde hair curling forlornly on the case. Just as well. He sighed as he sat up, eyes closing as the events of the preceeding night flooded in, replaying on the backs of his eyelids. He shoved them away angrily, pulling the sheets from his body and stumbling towards the bathroom. He avoided his reflection in the mirror as he slid into the shower stall, turning the water on as hot as he could stand. He stood motionless beneath the spray, face upturned, scalding water sluicing over reddening skin. Kigai didn't care. He just wanted to wash Shima from his skin. Scrub away the memory of his touch, his hands, the the tingling burn of his mouth...

He leaned forward, feeling lightheaded, resting his forehead against the still-cool tile. It wasn't working. It would never work. Twisting the water off, Kigai stepped back out into the bathroom, pulling a towel from the showerside rack. He gave himself a cursory rubdown after a halfhearted attempt to dry his hair, bypassing the pair of pajama pants hanging from a hook on the bathroom door.

Last night had probably been a mistake - but it didn't matter, and it was over. Shima was gone. In a few short hours, he would be married. Kigai would not attend the ceremony, and someone else would serve as best man. After, they would work together if they had to. Seeing Shima would hurt. But all those years of training himself not to touch, not to react to Shima's presence would pay off, because that was how it would have to be. No sense in dwelling on the last time they'd touched freely. No sense in remembering the feel of the other man beneath him, or the sound of his voice when -

Violet eyes seared into Kigai as he reentered his bedroom. Seta confronted him from his favorite armchair, expression betraying the lanky blonde's irritation despite his relaxed sprawl. After a brief moment's shock, and an equally brief wish for clothing, Kigai decided to ignored the implications. Instead, he focused on the end table next to the chair as he approached, sliding the drawer open as he searched for a pack or his lighter.

"When did you get here?" he asked, deliberately offhand. A strong hand closed on his wrist, jerking him around to face the older man.

"I was here," Seta hissed, "when he left."

"So you've been waiting in the living room until now?"

"He made me promise to let you sleep," Seta muttered, eyes sliding away momentarily.

Kigai blinked. "And you did?"

Seta gestured wordlessly in response, scowling.

"Ah. Well. He can be very... adamant, when he wants something."

"This isn't funny, Kigai."

Kigai's head tilted to the right, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Are you jealous?"

Seta's eyes narrowed. He jerked Kigai closer and tumbled his nude frame into the chair, forcing the younger man to straddle his lap. Tangling a harsh hand in ebon hair, he pulled Kigai in, kissed him roughly. His other arm snaked around the lean form, holding him in place. "Am I jealous?" he growled against his mouth. "Don't be an idiot. We had an agreement, Kigai."

"True," Kigai murmured, accepting a second, even less gentle kiss. The slide of Seta's muscled leather-clad body against his bare skin made him shiver. He regarded the other man though slitted green eyes, mind racing. As always, it seemed, this was the path to oblivion. And for once they shared the same goal. Seta didn't want him to remember Shima, or last night. Kigai was willing to let the recent, bittersweet memory go. Almost. Almost.

Seta was characteristically silent, returning Kigai's gaze with equal intensity. Though familiar with the other man's temperment, he was certain this would be his last transgression - Shima had been the last barrier. The only barrier. He was equally certain, however, that Kigai would make him work hard for it, that final surrender. He'd have to find the right buttons to push, the right combination to make him buckle. Not an easy man to tame, Kigai. But he would do it. He would do it and own him wholly.

Expression unreadable, Kigai moved his hands from where they rested against Seta's shoulders, cupping his face briefly. His fingers traced slowly over strong features, stroking the scar that bisected Seta's right eyebrow, seemingly facinated by the contrast of pale white-blonde brows against bronzed skin. His left hand sifted through Seta's hair, fingering jagged indigo tips before falling away only to settle at the other man's waist, toying with his belt buckle. His other hand came to rest against Seta's face, curving around a tanned jaw, thumb brushing teasingly over the lower lip.

Seta held Kigai's eyes as he opened his mouth slowly, drawing the younger man's thumb in. He enveloped it, caressing the pad, edging the short nail, sucking almost tenderly. Kigai withdrew just as unhurriedly, drawing the wet flesh along Seta's cheek before leaning in to replace it with his own tongue. A softer kiss, almost exploratory. Anticipatory. Both of Kigai's hands hooked into Seta's belt buckle, working it loose. He pulled the belt free when the catch came undone, letting it slip away over the side of the chair.

Finally releasing his hold on Kigai's hair, Seta let his hand trail down the younger man's neck, stroking over his chest and stomach before dropping to dance along his rapidly lengthening sex. Kigai moaned against his mouth, instinctively tilting towards the teasing touch. Seta laughed softly, fingers closing around the other man for a scant moment before withdrawing, palm rubbing over the tip in parting.

Kigai retaliated swiftly, breaking away and easing his hands under Seta's shirt, yanking it up and over Seta's head. He threw it somewhere behind him, uncaring of the incipitent mess on the floor. Moving in again, he kissed Seta's newly exposed shoulder, feeling the other man's mouth working at his neck. He straigtened with a gasp as Seta's fingers dipped into the crease between his buttocks, brushing over that forbidden opening. Seta smiled up at him, eyes half closed and luminous in the low light.

"Bastard," Kigai mumbled, settling his weight back against Seta's knees. Reaching forward, he undid the top button of the other man's pants, struggling briefly with the second before it too popped loose. Seta watched him wrestle with the third and last button, lips quirking in amusement, his own hands resting easily on Kigai's hips. It gave grudgingly and Kigai shifted forward onto his own knees to allow Seta to remove them, the underside of his arousal rubbing against Seta's chest. The blonde squirmed out of the restrictive garment, face pressed against Kigai's stomach, mouth moving blindly. He made a soft sound of relief as his erection sprang free, leather pooling at his ankles before he kicked it off completely. Kigai eased back down into Seta's lap, slithering forward to rub himself against the other man. The friction made both of them gasp. Kigai's mouth clamped down on the sensitive spot behind Seta's ear with practiced ease, well-versed in blonde man's body and zones of pleasure.

Seta let his eyes drift shut, hands flexing against Kigai's rocking hips. This was, he knew, as much apology as he could expect from the other man. Their relationship had been purely physical from the beginning and he didn't - couldn't - expect anything else. His earlier irritation had long melted into a strange mix of desire and perplexity. He could forgive him Shima, this once. In some ways, Kigai's own actions were punishment enough. But he needed to realize that Seta didn't share. If the only way to do that was to impress the memory of Seta's body so deeply into his skin that he would never be rid of it... so be it.

Seta's eyes opened when Kigai moved away, hands sliding along his thighs in a desultory effort to pull him back. Kigai ignored him and leaned over the arm of the chair to search through the still open drawer, finally returning with a nondescript tube. He gave it to Seta after twisting the cap off and liberally coating his own hands. He cupped Seta's arousal, covering it with the cool gel. Seta bucked slightly in reaction and Kigai smiled, squeezing again before replacing his slippery palms on Seta's shoulders. Seta smeared a good amount of the lubricant onto his right hand before tossing the tube back in the general direction of the table, shivering beneath the other man's minstrations. Growling in mock anger, he pulled Kigai closer, arms settling around him, slicked hand sliding unerringly down.

A soft gasp, then Kigai whimpered, arched against that hand. Seta pulled his head down, kissed him as he continued, fingers moving almost casually. Kigai's back bowed as he pushed back impatiently, tongue shoving demandingly into Seta's mouth in mimicry of what he wanted. Seta's fingers twisted, scissoring as he stretched the younger man, pressing deeper then falling back. Again. And again. Kigai writhed against him and finally disengaged, lips sliding to Seta's ear. He bit it. Hard.

"Stop teasing," he rasped, panting, arms tightening about Seta's neck.

"Mmm... Eager, aren't we?" Seta asked mockingly, but his hands were already lifting Kigai up, guiding him back down.

Kigai bit his lip as he felt the tip of Seta's erection slide into him, nudging past his protesting muscles. Taking a deep breath he pressed down, seated himself firmly. He paused, took a moment to adjust, contemplate the paradoxically familiar and foreign sensation of being filled. Seta was still against him, only his fingers stroking his back gently, waiting for the instinctive objection of Kigai's body to subside. He was, Kigai noted distractedly, being uncommonly mild. Normally he would never have been allowed to ride out the feeling of being stretched around the the other man. Normally they would have been in urgent movement as soon as he'd gone down because Seta always wanted it hard and fast. They both did. Yet it was nice, somehow, to savor the stillness of the coiled body beneath him.

Seta watched the other man as he relaxed, fighting off the urge to grind up into him. He forced himself to remain motionless, attempting to concentrate on the smooth slide of Kigai's back benath his hands. Wait. Wait wait wait. The strain of not moving trembled in the tense lines of his legs and mouth, the violet fire of his eyes. The velvet heat that surrounded his sex was nearly enough to make him snap but he held the impulse down willfully. Kigai would have to take the initiative. Kigai would have to want it that much.

When he finally did move, it was only to lean forward, take Seta's mouth gently as his eyes closed. Then shifting up, slowly, and easing back down. And Seta rocked upwards to greet him, just as softly, unable to keep himself from groaning. It was insane, some distant part of him said, how well Kigai fit against his body. How well he fit inside Kigai. Repetition. They settled in an easy tempo, a slow rhythm of meeting and parting, of fulfillment and vacancy. It was novel, strange, completely different from their usual frenzied mating, and somehow better. And still incredibly, erotically hot.

Lost then, the world narrowed down to the taut embrace of Kigai's body, Seta braced himself against the chairback, raising his hips off the cushion. Kigai moved with him, wonderfully responsive, moaned quietly at the soft jar that accompanied their return to the seat. Seta swallowed the sound, hands working along Kigai's spine. Kigai, he'd noticed, was never loud. Neither of them were. Too controlled. Not that there weren't more interesting things to occupy their mouths. Like the way Kigai's lips were moving on his, had been moving...

Ultimately succumbing to the need for oxygen, Seta turned his head, pressed his face into Kigai's shoulder. He took rapid, shallow breaths as he continued to knead the small of Kigai's back, the other hand belatedly sliding around to stroke the other man's sex. Kigai purred into his ear and Seta smiled. It was nice to be lucid and pleasured for once, rather than lustblind and frantic. Nice to concentrate on the sweet slide of Kigai against him, letting the sensory stimulation suffuse him instead of the mad rush towards release.

Seta pumped Kigai leisurely, letting the silken hot flesh slide teasingly against his fingers. Kigai protested nonverbally with a twist of his hips as he moved in for another kiss. Then eased up Seta's length, hovering for a moment at the apex, barely joined - and plunged back down. Seta's mouth fell open in a silent sight as he began to move just a little faster, the pressure building within him focusing, rushing to the point where his body contacted Kigai's. The lithe frame atop him arched backwards, green eyes wide and sightless as the beginnings of orgasm washed over him. Seta's hands tightened on him, watching his lover's reaction with half open eyes.

Kigai made a soft sound when he broke, stiffening before slumping forward onto Seta as his release flowed sticky-warm between them. His body spasmed, clenching around the blonde, who wasn't far behind. Seta came silently, teeth clamped down on the vulnerable curve of Kigai's neck and shoulder almost hard enough to draw blood. And it was done. They lay against each other for long moments after, each listening to the other's breathing slow, Seta's tongue laving the marks he'd left contritely. He always did that, Kigai thought drowsily, face pressed in the upholstry above Seta's shoulder. How odd.

"Aren't you sore?" Seta asked at length, hands sliding up Kigai's thighs.

Kigai pulled back and looked down at himself, kneeling legs spread wide on either side of the older man. "Not really," he said, covering Seta's hands with his own. "I'm flexible enough." He smiled, darting in for a quick kiss. "You should know that by now."

Seta raised an eyebrow at him, scar accentuating the movement. "That's not what I meant," he drawled, and shifted as if to remind Kigai of the intimacy of their positions.

Kigai looked at him blankly for a moment, then laughed as he took his meaning. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Seta's. "I didn't bottom last night, babe," he said, and laughed again as Seta's eyebrows attempted to disappear into his hairline. "Yeah," he continued, voice dropping. "His first time, that way. Last time, too." He closed his eyes briefly, then straighted, expression serious. "Our 'arrangement' or whatever you want to call what we have between us isn't about love," he said earnestly. "But for now, at least..." He cupped Seta's face, moving in to place a feathery kiss on his forehead, next words breathed against his skin, "I guess I'm yours."

Seta closed his eyes, arms tightening around Kigai's waist. Strangely, there was no triumph in the moment. Just acceptance, and a surge of something he wouldn't acknowledge as relief. His. By admission. "Well then," he said, kissing Kigai's collarbone, much the way he had upon their first meeting, "What do you say about a shower?"

END.

Notes: Revised 02/01/03. A bit better, this time around. And yes, this is my first lemon. For Katelin because Seta is hers and YI would never exist without her. And for bp because she thought I should try, once. And because I borrowed the chair idea from her. ^____^;;

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