Fan Fiction ❯ Kakawarazu Oshi (In Spite of Authority) ❯ Gozen ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Violet_Nyte 
Third arc: a direct sequel to "Saisho"
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.15.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 165 | Status: Completed
Third arc: a direct sequel to "Saisho"
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.15.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 165 | Status: Completed
LSE // 6-17-02
(Gozen - The Morning)
rated: NC-17 - adult language, graphic sex scenes
shounen-ai/yaoi
Gozen
Birds. There were birds outside making noise. Loud noise that hurt his
head, which felt about ready to burst. Cautiously, Yasun opened his
eyes, wincing at the sudden change in lighting. He tried to recall the
night's events, but he didn't remember anything beyond the third bottle
of sake. He did, however, rememver Kaori dumping him. Then, why was
there a warm body snuggled against his side?
Yasun lifted his head slowly and looked over, expecting to find
anything from a prostitute to the Dean's wife. He didn't recognize
the slender girl, her hair a blue black and cut short, like a man's.
The girl shifted, the covers falling back to expose... His eyes widened,
a scream almost burst through suddenly clenched teeth.
The freshman tutor, Fujimi Kimura, lay beside him...naked, and very
much NOT a slender girl but, indeed, a man. He could see plainly
exactly how much man. In a rush of recollection, he remembered how the
night had ended. He remembered hearing his name cried out in passion,
and his own voice moaning the freshman's name.
Kimura sighed contently, eyes slowly opening. Yasun had never noticed
how brown, how soft, those eyes were. They met his own and the gaze
held, lengthing in awkward silence. "Oh. You're awake," Kimura said at
last, surprised to find his voice remarkably stable.
"Get out."
The brown orbs blinked owlishly at him, pain appearing. Yasun regretted
his harsh words almost as soon as they left his mouth.
"Alright, Yasun," Kimura said calmly, sitting up and grabbing his
clothing from the tangle of covers.
"Look, I-"
"No, I understand. You were drunk, I should have known better," Kimura
stopped himself from babling. He looked carefully at Yasun, suddenly
angry. No, he wasn't sorry at all! "I'll leave...if you can tell you
didn't enjoy last night."
Yasun was taken off gaurd by the question and hurridly blurted out the
first thing that can to him; denial. "No! No, no, I was drunk."
Kimura held his eyes until Yasun had to drop them in shame. They both
knew it was a lie, but Kimura wasn't about to call him on it, and Yasun
was too mortified to say anything. Kimura dressed silently.
Kimura didn't bother to hide his hurt, he wore it plainly on his face
as he collected what he'd brought over, the textbook. "There isn't any
shame in love," he said, almost too softly to be heard.
----------------------------------------------------------- ------------
He didn't do anything for a long time, he just sat there, naked, on the
floor and thought. Mostly, he thought about Kimura. Yasun had to admit
certain... attractions he felt towards the young man, but he couldn't
seriously be wanting him that way...could he? He'd always felt secure
in his sexuality, and for all accounts he knew he'd never even been
remotely attracted to another man.
Love between men was a perversion, a taboo that should never be broken.
He felt the weight of society's expectations upon him. He couldn't be...
be... He couldn't be attracted to Kimura! It's just because he looks
like such a woman, Yasun thought, that's all. His mind kept wanting to
go over the hazy details of the previous night, he stubbornly tried to
think of something else, anything else.
Kimura's lips were so soft, everything about him was soft, feminine,
beautiful...no! No, he refused to think that way about him. Yasun
angrily hurled the first thing he grabbed across the room. The sock
bounced harmlessly off the wall, crumpling atop an empty pizza box.
Yasun remembered the feel of Kimura's lips on his own, on his skin, on
his throbbing member. As much as he didn't want to remember, he did. He
remembered the sensations awakened in him, old and new, by Kimura's
touch. He recalled the feel of his aroused body against another man's,
the feel of two erections touching. The feel of Kimura's tounge down
the length of him, and of nimble fingers massaging his balls, something
Kaori never did.
With a gasp he broke free of the night's deeds, hastily trying to
subdue his stirring emotions. Yasun looked down and felt his cheeks
flush with the knowledge he'd gotten a hard off on the thoughts. He
couldn't seem to keep his mind off Kimura, and his aroused body wasn't
assisting his overloaded brain. He groaned, his desire no longer
deniable.
He was attracted to Kimura. No, more than that, he wanted Kimura;
badly. His desire was greater than any he'd ever felt for a woman.
It filled every inch of him, urgent and powerful. He stood, trying to
think of where Kimura might have gone. He didn't know where the freshman
lived, whether in a dorm of off campus, but he did know he had to find
him.
---------------------------------------------------- -------------------
He sagged against the faded brick, the stone rough against his cheek.
Kimura turned into it, a strangled sob twisting him to the ground as he
desperately fought for control. What had he been thinking? He should
have known better. He dug his fingers into the dying grass, mind numb.
He hadn't even made it away from the dorm. The old red brick seemed to
mock him, the dead grass shrieked with laughter.
The words Kimura'd spoke to Yasun the previous night had been true, he
had never met anyone like him. He pushed against the grass and stood,
determined to leave before someone found him. He turned away from the
dorm, the textbook clutched tightly to his chest to quell his trembles.
A strong hand pressed lightly against him shoulder, hesitant, unsure.
He froze, daring to hope, hardly daring to breathe. Kimura turned, his
heart leaping at the sight of the the taller man. For a moment, neither
spoke, both unsure of the other man's feelings.
"Yes," Yasun said simply, a slight blush creeping across his cheeks.
Kimura shouted happily and threw himself into the other man, arms
constricting him into a tight hug. Yasun stiffened, not quite use to
the feel of another man against him, and very aware of them into on the
front lawn of his dorm. He pulled away, untangling the slim man from
himself, "I...we..."
"Shhh..."
"I'm not gay," Yasun said, his voice pleading against the facts. Brown
eyes regaurded him with sympathy, their owner willing to be
understanding.
He laced nimble fingers through Yasun's shirt - the same one he'd tore
off him last night - and gently pulled him into the shadows. Kimura
put all he could into the kiss, his tounge darting quickly into the
older man's mouth as the kiss lengthened. When they pulled away at last,
breathless and slightly giddy, Yasun didn't have any further
objections to voice. "I'm so glad," Kimura breathed into his ear, one
arm around Yasun's back, the other trailing down his front, "I've been
wanting this since we met, I never wanted to study, not with you just
an arm's length away."
Kimura's hand slid between the hastily thrown on jeans - no underwear -
and warm skin. Yasun gasped, desire flooding him as the younger man
caressed his fully erected cock. It took all his self-control to reach
down and pull free the fine-boned hand, "Are you crazy," he chided
lightly, his voice shaky with passion, "we can't do that here."
"I don't care, I can't resist."
Yasun cast a frantic glance to the street, "Please, someplace else."
Kimura sighed, but he, too, knew they couldn't continue out in the open.
He nodded at last and seperated himself from the other man, taking a
moment to compose himself and lower his arousal.
Kimura went first, walking to his car and looking as if he was merely
there to study. The textbook in his arms was the last thing on his mind,
though, and Yasun could read it on his face. Hopefully, no one would be
awake. Yasun started across the yard.
"Hey, Hawari, you're up early!"
Yasun froze, then turned and put on a lopsided grin, "Gotta study for
Psychology."
"Bummer. Listen, heard 'bout you and Kaori-chan, tough break. She had a
great ass."
Yasun shrugged, "Life's a bitch."
The senior, Kazetou, laughed and bent to retrieve the college issued-
paper laying across the doorstep. Yasun all but ran to Kimura's car,
gratefully taking the escape offered. He climbed into the backseat
since it was faster than going around to the passanger side.
"So, uhm, where are we going..." Yasun ventured once they were safely
away.
Kimura flushed, suddenly feeling shy, "You'll see," he said
mysteriously. Truth be told, he wasn't sure himself. His place was out
of the question, he had an apartment off campus, but shared it with
five junior girls. An idea struck him and he turned onto a side road.
Yasun stared at the back of the young man's head as it dawned on him
what his intentions were. Not that the idea of doing it the back of a
car bothered him, it was just... He realized it didn't really matter,
and when Kimura parked the car underneath a tall oak, Yasun felt desire
stirring. Kimura crawled between the front seats and sat next to Yasun,
carefully searching the older man's face for unease.
In response, Yasun took the warm, slender body into his arms, dipping
his head and meeting those soft, full lips. Kimura responded with
enthusiasm, his desire almost unbarable, but he wouldn't rush things.
He wanted to savor the moment, to make it special for them, not like
the wild, frantic sex of the night before.
Yasun sensed Kimura was holding back, and he appreciated such concerns,
but he didn't want to seem unwillingly. He took the man's weight into
his arms and laid him out along the seat without stopping their kisses.
Keeping most of his weight carefully off the smaller man, Yasun slid his
hands into Kimura's pants and tried to mimic the touches Kimura had
performed on him earlier. He was rewarded with a low moan from Kimura.
He slowly clenched and unclenched his fist, each gentle squeeze causing
Kimura to squirm beneath him. His heart pounded in his chest as he
daringly used his other hand to slid off the man's shirt. On a whim, he
removed his mouth from Kimura's and closed it over one nipple. Just
like a woman's, they hardened as he suckled gently. Kimura murmured his
approval, hands clutching Yasun's shoulders.
He groaned as Yasun removed his hand from the throbbing erection, but
quickly his disappiontment faded when Yasun slid backwards, kneeling on
the car's floor, and began to unzip Kimura's pants. Yasun didn't bother
to remove the jeans completely, just shoved them down towards the
ankles, boxers following. He gently stroked the inside of Kimura's
thigh, the younger man quavering with anticipation.
A sharp gasp burst free when Yasun took Kimura's erection into his mouth
in one quick motion. The sucking was hard, fast, Kimura's back arched
and he cried out in escasty. Encouraged, Yasun doubled the intensity,
and as his mouth ravaged the cock, his hands, gentle in contrast,
massaged Kimura's inner thigh and balls.
Kimura's hands worked against the leather seats, his breathing no more
than pants. He shuddered, every muscle in his body tensing as he rapidly
soared towards orgasm. As his mouth opened for another moan, Yasun
stopped and smothered the moan with a gentle kiss. He pumped Kimura's
erection gently.
He fumbled at the button to Yasun's jeans, he could feel his own climax
coming, still, and didn't find it fair his lover still remained clothed.
The jeans and shirt were quickly shed, and Kimura reached down,
grabbing Yasun's stiff cock with both hands. Kissing deeply, they
pumped eachother, Yasun gently to keep Kimura just beyond climax,
Kimura more feverishly, to bring Yasun towards his own.
With his free hand, Yasun lifted the body beneath him closer, gaining
leverage and working his hips in response to nimble fingers. He groaned
loudly, his entire body tensing, climaxing. Beneath him, Kimura spasmed,
back arching. They came together, muscles locked, each crying out the
other's name.
Yasun collapsed, no longer able to do anything other than breathe.
Kimura, too, lay still after he removed his hands from the limp organ
they surrounded. "Oh, Yas..."
The affection in the voice surprised Yasun, as well as the nickname.
He nuzzled his cheek against where it lay on Kimura's chest. He listened
to the steady beating of Kimura's heart. "Hey...you okay?" He asked,
suddenly concerned by Kimura's labored, shallow breathing.
"Well, you're crushing me."
Yasun laughed and rolled away, landing with a dull thud on the car's
floor. "That was...wow." He sighed deeply in content.
Kimura laughed slightly, turning onto his side and prop himself up on
one elbow. He reached out and fondly ran his fingers through Yasun's
hair. Eventually they'd have to get dressed and face the real world,
Kimura wasn't looking to it. His hand rested on Yasun's shoulder,
giving it a light squeeze.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Remember, in Japan family names are said first. Fujimi
Kimura and Hawari Yasun instead of how we would say it, given name then
family.
original story copyright 2002
LSE - "Violet" (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
violetnyte.fallenweb.net
(Gozen - The Morning)
rated: NC-17 - adult language, graphic sex scenes
shounen-ai/yaoi
Gozen
Birds. There were birds outside making noise. Loud noise that hurt his
head, which felt about ready to burst. Cautiously, Yasun opened his
eyes, wincing at the sudden change in lighting. He tried to recall the
night's events, but he didn't remember anything beyond the third bottle
of sake. He did, however, rememver Kaori dumping him. Then, why was
there a warm body snuggled against his side?
Yasun lifted his head slowly and looked over, expecting to find
anything from a prostitute to the Dean's wife. He didn't recognize
the slender girl, her hair a blue black and cut short, like a man's.
The girl shifted, the covers falling back to expose... His eyes widened,
a scream almost burst through suddenly clenched teeth.
The freshman tutor, Fujimi Kimura, lay beside him...naked, and very
much NOT a slender girl but, indeed, a man. He could see plainly
exactly how much man. In a rush of recollection, he remembered how the
night had ended. He remembered hearing his name cried out in passion,
and his own voice moaning the freshman's name.
Kimura sighed contently, eyes slowly opening. Yasun had never noticed
how brown, how soft, those eyes were. They met his own and the gaze
held, lengthing in awkward silence. "Oh. You're awake," Kimura said at
last, surprised to find his voice remarkably stable.
"Get out."
The brown orbs blinked owlishly at him, pain appearing. Yasun regretted
his harsh words almost as soon as they left his mouth.
"Alright, Yasun," Kimura said calmly, sitting up and grabbing his
clothing from the tangle of covers.
"Look, I-"
"No, I understand. You were drunk, I should have known better," Kimura
stopped himself from babling. He looked carefully at Yasun, suddenly
angry. No, he wasn't sorry at all! "I'll leave...if you can tell you
didn't enjoy last night."
Yasun was taken off gaurd by the question and hurridly blurted out the
first thing that can to him; denial. "No! No, no, I was drunk."
Kimura held his eyes until Yasun had to drop them in shame. They both
knew it was a lie, but Kimura wasn't about to call him on it, and Yasun
was too mortified to say anything. Kimura dressed silently.
Kimura didn't bother to hide his hurt, he wore it plainly on his face
as he collected what he'd brought over, the textbook. "There isn't any
shame in love," he said, almost too softly to be heard.
----------------------------------------------------------- ------------
He didn't do anything for a long time, he just sat there, naked, on the
floor and thought. Mostly, he thought about Kimura. Yasun had to admit
certain... attractions he felt towards the young man, but he couldn't
seriously be wanting him that way...could he? He'd always felt secure
in his sexuality, and for all accounts he knew he'd never even been
remotely attracted to another man.
Love between men was a perversion, a taboo that should never be broken.
He felt the weight of society's expectations upon him. He couldn't be...
be... He couldn't be attracted to Kimura! It's just because he looks
like such a woman, Yasun thought, that's all. His mind kept wanting to
go over the hazy details of the previous night, he stubbornly tried to
think of something else, anything else.
Kimura's lips were so soft, everything about him was soft, feminine,
beautiful...no! No, he refused to think that way about him. Yasun
angrily hurled the first thing he grabbed across the room. The sock
bounced harmlessly off the wall, crumpling atop an empty pizza box.
Yasun remembered the feel of Kimura's lips on his own, on his skin, on
his throbbing member. As much as he didn't want to remember, he did. He
remembered the sensations awakened in him, old and new, by Kimura's
touch. He recalled the feel of his aroused body against another man's,
the feel of two erections touching. The feel of Kimura's tounge down
the length of him, and of nimble fingers massaging his balls, something
Kaori never did.
With a gasp he broke free of the night's deeds, hastily trying to
subdue his stirring emotions. Yasun looked down and felt his cheeks
flush with the knowledge he'd gotten a hard off on the thoughts. He
couldn't seem to keep his mind off Kimura, and his aroused body wasn't
assisting his overloaded brain. He groaned, his desire no longer
deniable.
He was attracted to Kimura. No, more than that, he wanted Kimura;
badly. His desire was greater than any he'd ever felt for a woman.
It filled every inch of him, urgent and powerful. He stood, trying to
think of where Kimura might have gone. He didn't know where the freshman
lived, whether in a dorm of off campus, but he did know he had to find
him.
---------------------------------------------------- -------------------
He sagged against the faded brick, the stone rough against his cheek.
Kimura turned into it, a strangled sob twisting him to the ground as he
desperately fought for control. What had he been thinking? He should
have known better. He dug his fingers into the dying grass, mind numb.
He hadn't even made it away from the dorm. The old red brick seemed to
mock him, the dead grass shrieked with laughter.
The words Kimura'd spoke to Yasun the previous night had been true, he
had never met anyone like him. He pushed against the grass and stood,
determined to leave before someone found him. He turned away from the
dorm, the textbook clutched tightly to his chest to quell his trembles.
A strong hand pressed lightly against him shoulder, hesitant, unsure.
He froze, daring to hope, hardly daring to breathe. Kimura turned, his
heart leaping at the sight of the the taller man. For a moment, neither
spoke, both unsure of the other man's feelings.
"Yes," Yasun said simply, a slight blush creeping across his cheeks.
Kimura shouted happily and threw himself into the other man, arms
constricting him into a tight hug. Yasun stiffened, not quite use to
the feel of another man against him, and very aware of them into on the
front lawn of his dorm. He pulled away, untangling the slim man from
himself, "I...we..."
"Shhh..."
"I'm not gay," Yasun said, his voice pleading against the facts. Brown
eyes regaurded him with sympathy, their owner willing to be
understanding.
He laced nimble fingers through Yasun's shirt - the same one he'd tore
off him last night - and gently pulled him into the shadows. Kimura
put all he could into the kiss, his tounge darting quickly into the
older man's mouth as the kiss lengthened. When they pulled away at last,
breathless and slightly giddy, Yasun didn't have any further
objections to voice. "I'm so glad," Kimura breathed into his ear, one
arm around Yasun's back, the other trailing down his front, "I've been
wanting this since we met, I never wanted to study, not with you just
an arm's length away."
Kimura's hand slid between the hastily thrown on jeans - no underwear -
and warm skin. Yasun gasped, desire flooding him as the younger man
caressed his fully erected cock. It took all his self-control to reach
down and pull free the fine-boned hand, "Are you crazy," he chided
lightly, his voice shaky with passion, "we can't do that here."
"I don't care, I can't resist."
Yasun cast a frantic glance to the street, "Please, someplace else."
Kimura sighed, but he, too, knew they couldn't continue out in the open.
He nodded at last and seperated himself from the other man, taking a
moment to compose himself and lower his arousal.
Kimura went first, walking to his car and looking as if he was merely
there to study. The textbook in his arms was the last thing on his mind,
though, and Yasun could read it on his face. Hopefully, no one would be
awake. Yasun started across the yard.
"Hey, Hawari, you're up early!"
Yasun froze, then turned and put on a lopsided grin, "Gotta study for
Psychology."
"Bummer. Listen, heard 'bout you and Kaori-chan, tough break. She had a
great ass."
Yasun shrugged, "Life's a bitch."
The senior, Kazetou, laughed and bent to retrieve the college issued-
paper laying across the doorstep. Yasun all but ran to Kimura's car,
gratefully taking the escape offered. He climbed into the backseat
since it was faster than going around to the passanger side.
"So, uhm, where are we going..." Yasun ventured once they were safely
away.
Kimura flushed, suddenly feeling shy, "You'll see," he said
mysteriously. Truth be told, he wasn't sure himself. His place was out
of the question, he had an apartment off campus, but shared it with
five junior girls. An idea struck him and he turned onto a side road.
Yasun stared at the back of the young man's head as it dawned on him
what his intentions were. Not that the idea of doing it the back of a
car bothered him, it was just... He realized it didn't really matter,
and when Kimura parked the car underneath a tall oak, Yasun felt desire
stirring. Kimura crawled between the front seats and sat next to Yasun,
carefully searching the older man's face for unease.
In response, Yasun took the warm, slender body into his arms, dipping
his head and meeting those soft, full lips. Kimura responded with
enthusiasm, his desire almost unbarable, but he wouldn't rush things.
He wanted to savor the moment, to make it special for them, not like
the wild, frantic sex of the night before.
Yasun sensed Kimura was holding back, and he appreciated such concerns,
but he didn't want to seem unwillingly. He took the man's weight into
his arms and laid him out along the seat without stopping their kisses.
Keeping most of his weight carefully off the smaller man, Yasun slid his
hands into Kimura's pants and tried to mimic the touches Kimura had
performed on him earlier. He was rewarded with a low moan from Kimura.
He slowly clenched and unclenched his fist, each gentle squeeze causing
Kimura to squirm beneath him. His heart pounded in his chest as he
daringly used his other hand to slid off the man's shirt. On a whim, he
removed his mouth from Kimura's and closed it over one nipple. Just
like a woman's, they hardened as he suckled gently. Kimura murmured his
approval, hands clutching Yasun's shoulders.
He groaned as Yasun removed his hand from the throbbing erection, but
quickly his disappiontment faded when Yasun slid backwards, kneeling on
the car's floor, and began to unzip Kimura's pants. Yasun didn't bother
to remove the jeans completely, just shoved them down towards the
ankles, boxers following. He gently stroked the inside of Kimura's
thigh, the younger man quavering with anticipation.
A sharp gasp burst free when Yasun took Kimura's erection into his mouth
in one quick motion. The sucking was hard, fast, Kimura's back arched
and he cried out in escasty. Encouraged, Yasun doubled the intensity,
and as his mouth ravaged the cock, his hands, gentle in contrast,
massaged Kimura's inner thigh and balls.
Kimura's hands worked against the leather seats, his breathing no more
than pants. He shuddered, every muscle in his body tensing as he rapidly
soared towards orgasm. As his mouth opened for another moan, Yasun
stopped and smothered the moan with a gentle kiss. He pumped Kimura's
erection gently.
He fumbled at the button to Yasun's jeans, he could feel his own climax
coming, still, and didn't find it fair his lover still remained clothed.
The jeans and shirt were quickly shed, and Kimura reached down,
grabbing Yasun's stiff cock with both hands. Kissing deeply, they
pumped eachother, Yasun gently to keep Kimura just beyond climax,
Kimura more feverishly, to bring Yasun towards his own.
With his free hand, Yasun lifted the body beneath him closer, gaining
leverage and working his hips in response to nimble fingers. He groaned
loudly, his entire body tensing, climaxing. Beneath him, Kimura spasmed,
back arching. They came together, muscles locked, each crying out the
other's name.
Yasun collapsed, no longer able to do anything other than breathe.
Kimura, too, lay still after he removed his hands from the limp organ
they surrounded. "Oh, Yas..."
The affection in the voice surprised Yasun, as well as the nickname.
He nuzzled his cheek against where it lay on Kimura's chest. He listened
to the steady beating of Kimura's heart. "Hey...you okay?" He asked,
suddenly concerned by Kimura's labored, shallow breathing.
"Well, you're crushing me."
Yasun laughed and rolled away, landing with a dull thud on the car's
floor. "That was...wow." He sighed deeply in content.
Kimura laughed slightly, turning onto his side and prop himself up on
one elbow. He reached out and fondly ran his fingers through Yasun's
hair. Eventually they'd have to get dressed and face the real world,
Kimura wasn't looking to it. His hand rested on Yasun's shoulder,
giving it a light squeeze.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Remember, in Japan family names are said first. Fujimi
Kimura and Hawari Yasun instead of how we would say it, given name then
family.
original story copyright 2002
LSE - "Violet" (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
violetnyte.fallenweb.net