Fan Fiction ❯ Lonely Hearts ❯ Uwaa?! ( Chapter 3 )

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A Lonely Heart

Chapter 3

Ichi Put his arm under Sohru's legs and carried him to his car. He laid him in the back seat; he climbed in and closed the door. The car was still hot as he'd been driving it all night. Sohru coughed and shivered convulsively. Ichi stripped Sohru down to his underpants, they were wet too but he decided not to take them off him. He wrapped the blanket that was on the back seat around him, drying him gently as he did so. He stopped rubbing and looked at Sohru's face, his wet hair hung limply at both sides. Ichi couldn't use the blanket to dry his hair, so he took his shirt off to use that. He lifted Sohru's head up and placed the shirt underneath, and then he rubbed and dried his hair. Sohru opened his eyes for a moment to see Ichi above him, but then his fever got the better of him and forced him back to sleep. After Sohru's hair was relatively dry, Ichi lifted Sohru up and he lay underneath him. He stroked his hair, it was soft and curly, his hand found Sohru's hot cheek. He looked at him. Poor Sohru, he thought stroking the cheek tenderly. He yawned, he was very tired. He slid down further so that Sohru's head was oh his chest, and he slept. Ichi was woken by a thunder clap somewhere in the distance, the windows where under enemy fire from the rain. He moved slightly and rubbed his eyes. He looked at Sohru, he was sleeping peacefully, his red cheeks now a soft pink. He stoked one, and it wasn't as hot either. He sighed, glad that he wasn't sick anymore. He played with his curled hair, when he stretched out a strand with a curl in it, it sprung back, Sohru must have straightened it, and it looked so natural now in curls.

Sohru moaned his head hurt, like someone had banged a gong into his ear. His vision was blurred when he opened his eyes. His right cheek felt warmth against it; he turned slightly and moved his hand up next to his face. He felt soft course hair, it was beautiful there wasn't a lot but it felt so soft, it felt a bit like arm hair. He stroked it, and nudged his face into it, oh how soft it was, like silk, as was the skin underneath it. Sohru tilted his head upwards and saw Ichi, he looked down and smiled and stroked his pink cheek. Sohru moved upwards resting his head under Ichi's chin, Ichi leaned his on him resting also. “What happened?” asked Sohru. His voice was rough from sleep and also from coughing. “Shh….rest.” Ichi replied, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. Sohru didn't need to be told twice, he obeyed and gave a contented sigh. Ichi opened his eyes looking down at Sohru, how sweet and innocent he looked. He moved his head and kissed his brow, then settled back and went to sleep.

Ichi was woken by the sun and he blinked trying to focus. Sohru shifted and looked up at Ichi dreamily. “Good morning.” He said cheerfully, he sat up and in doing so struck Ichi in his sensitive parts with his knee. Ichi jerked and threw himself at Sohru putting him on his back. He hung over him then dropped onto oh him. “That….really…smarts…” He managed. Sohru giggled.
“I'm so sorry.” He said wrapping his arms around Ichi's shoulders. They were broad and muscley. Sohru moved his hand rubbing his shoulder blade. “Mmm…” Ichi nuzzled his face into Sohru's neck, but then gasped and sat up. He moved to the other side of the seat and looked at him. “I can't.” He said. Sohru looked puzzled, and then he remembered the first night and decided to change the subject. He reached up and pulled a strand of curled hair to his face. “Look at my hair!” He smirked. Ichi relaxed a little and smiled.

“I quite like it.” He admitted. He went close to Sohru again and ran his fingers through his hair. “I like the curls; it suits you much better I think.” His hand brushed gently against his cheek. Sohru smiled, and stroked Ichi's cheek, it was so soft and silky, that amber skin was so desirable. His cheek slowly turned pink. “Sohru…” He brought Sohru's face to his and they kissed softly, tenderly. Sohru's body relaxed completely and he let himself fall into Ichi's arms. When they parted, they were breathless. “I'm sorry.” Said Ichi turning his face away from Sohru. Sohru turned his face back towards him. “Shh…” he smiled softly. Ichi kissed him again putting his hand on his jaw bringing him close and with the other stroking his hair. Sohru did the same, enjoying every moment. They parted again, Ichi's greenish-brown eyes focused on Sohru's deep tawny eyes. Ichi wanted to kiss him again, but he held back the urge. Sohru shivered. “Where are my clothes?” he said looking rather panicked. Ichi laughed at him.
“Here.” He said picking them up from the floor of the car. “They're still wet though, use the blanket, I'll lend you some of my clothes.” Sohru wrapped the blanket around himself while Ichi got out the car and walked down to his house. He followed quickly; he didn't want to be seen. He relaxed as he went into the living room. Ichi looked him up and down. He was thin, and smallish, he shivered again. “You have lovely legs.” He said as he passed him to go to his bedroom. He turned and gave a sly smile before disappearing into the room.

He returned with a white shirt, it was miles too big for Sohru, but it was the smallest one he had. And a pair of black trousers. He had brought a belt too. “Do you want some fresh underwear too?” he asked him.
“Um yes please.” Said Sohru blushing. Ichi went into his room again, Sohru heard drawers being opened. He fumbled with the shirt until he had it on; he liked it as it was soft and cosy. It went down to his lower thigh. Ichi returned with some underwear, they seemed to be the right size and he went to the bathroom to change. He came out looking a lot baggier. Ichi laughed wildly and ran across and hugged him. “You look adorable!” he said holding him closely. He pinched his nose. “So cute.” He said smiling. Sohru looked up at him like a child. “Thank you.” He said and sat on the sofa. “Now Ichi, tell me.” Ichi froze, the smile ripped from his face in 2 words.
“Sohru…I can't.” He said backing away slightly. Sohru stood up and walked over to him; he stroked his cheek and whispered soft words until he submitted. “Alright Sohru.” He took his hands in his own. “But you must promise to not hate me.” Sohru looked very puzzled. He smiled warmly and squeezed his hands. “I promise.” Ichi sat down on the sofa.

“I have a secret….something that no-one knows…oh and Sohru, even if you do hate me, you must not tell any other.” Sohru nodded. Who else would he tell? He had no friends; he only had Aika and Ichi. “Well…” Ichi started, he scratched the back of his head. “How do I tell you? It's quite difficult to explain.” He paused for a moment, then took off his shirt and turned round. “See that birthmark?” He said. Sohru did, it was in the shape of a flame. He touched it and it felt hot. “That's what I am.” He said. Sohru ran his finger across it.
“A flame?”
“Sort of…it's hard to just…say.”
“Say it.”
“Sohru….I'm a demon.” Ichi bit his bottom lip, expecting a scream or a taunt but all he received was “Oh I see.” Ichi turned round.
“I see?”
“Yes I do.” He smiled warmly. “I'm one too you see well half at least…not sure which type, but I'm certain that I am one, as my father was.” Ichi blinked, surprised and relieved. “But I don't have an awesome birthmark like you do.” Ichi's eyes filled with tears, happy tears. He embraced Sohru and kissed his face all over. “I'm so relieved!” He said through the sobs. “I'm so happy, I really like you.” Sohru embraced him back. “Yes so am I.” He smiled. “No other secrets?” he asked. He was only kidding, but once again Ichi's face fell. “One.” He replied.
“Yes? And what's this?”
“People I get close to….”
“Yes?”
“They…..die.” ; Ichi looked into Sohru's eyes, they were deep and showed no change. “I see, well you're not getting rid of me in a hurry!” Once again a warm smile crossed his face. Ichi couldn't resist any longer and he kissed him wetly on the lips. Sohru responded kissing him back.

Ichi left Sohru's lips and found his neck, he nuzzled into it, kissing softly and nipping it. Sohru held the back of his neck and moaned. His belly and cock started to tingle. Ichi pressed one hand on Sohru's chest while the other went exploring. It unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt and stroked the soft sensitive skin there. Ichi moved upwards and licked Sohru's earlobe. “Mmm…I like that…mmm-ooh!” Sohru jerked forward, Ichi's hand had gone lower and was fondling at his crotch. Sohru felt himself becoming hard, he bit his bottom lip. Every touch of Ichi's on his cock made him harder. Ichi rubbed gently. Still licking Sohru's ear. “Do you like that?” He whispered softly, teasingly. Sohru nodded still biting his lip. Ichi rubbed harder, not very hard but hard enough. Sohru moaned unable to keep it inside. He felt an ache in his cock, something needed to happen and it needed to happen fast. He moaned loudly and sat upright. Ichi sat up with him and kissed his cheek, it was pink and sweaty. He pushed Sohru back down and proceeded to unbuckle his belt. Sohru licked his lips and looked eagerly down at Ichi who was now unzipping his trousers. A small moan escaped his throat as he pulled them down; Ichi touched the bulge on Sohru's underwear. He moaned loudly again, the ache in his cock was growing unbearable. Ichi lowered the underwear and Sohru's cock stood erect, he smiled and lowered his lips to it, kissing the tip gently and licking off the pre-cum. He moaned even louder, he sat upright and stroked Ichi's hair. Ichi looked up at his breathless lover and he decided to stop teasing and began to suck his cock to relieve the ache. Sohru bent over and firmly held Ichi's head. He came, his whole body spasmed and jerked at the intense orgasm and his seed was released in jerks into Ichi's mouth, and Ichi suckled up ever drop and then left his cock. He had his own ache to tend to. After Ichi was finished, they lay in each others arms. “Did you like that?” asked Ichi, he was panting slightly.
“If I said I didn't I'd be lying.” Ichi got closer to him and licked his ear.
“Hmm I like that….mmm…” Said Sohru smiling.
“I know.” He replied, he stopped and moved down again nudging his nose against Sohru's neck and they slept.