Fan Fiction ❯ To Die For ❯ To Die For ( One-Shot )

A/N Once again this is my first yaoi story. It is all original and thought up by my own little imagination. Please do not use this without my permission. Thank you.

WARNINGS: Yaoi (Male/Male relationships) Lemon, incest, and death. If you are offended, please leave. Flames will be laughed at and/or used to roast marshmallows. I like marshmallows…

To Die For

Bee-chan

Darkness has fallen. My digital clock is accusingly blinking twelve. I must have reset it in my sleep. Breathing heavily now, I reach with trembling hands, my minds eye reliving the vivid nightmare as I try to push the buttons. Its no use, I realize suddenly that even I am not aware of the time, though it must be rather late. I pull my knees up and secure them to my chest with tightly clasped hands. My sweat-slicked ebony hair clings to my face and neck. My breathing is harsh and my hazel eyes are wide-awake with unfathomable fear. This has happened to me before, many times more than I would ever let him know.

I know he is still here, and I don't want to bother him while he sleeps. But a small doubt tugs on my mind, and a nameless voice urges my legs to stand. I cave and obey. The soft carpet is soothing beneath my bare feet as I pad silently to the door of our adjoining rooms. I press my ear to the cold door, telling my heart to be quiet, trying to convince myself that I will be satisfied to hear his hushed breathing. I'm not. I know it's a great risk to visit him in the night; every person in this house is a light sleeper. Still I can't help it. I am tempted to turn the knob when my hand rests on the cool metal surface. I twist and pull slowly, to silence the creak as much as possible. The groan of hinges is loud in the silent night, and I am vaguely aware of the shifting of the body upon the futon in the darkness of the room. A wonderful, sleep-laced voice slips silkily through the room and to my ears, "What's the matter?" Suddenly I am at his bed, kneeling and running my fingers through his hair, much the very same color as mine, and assuring myself of his realistic being. "Did you have another nightmare?" He is awake not, and encompassing me in his strong arms. My voice fails me and I answer him instead with tears that drip from my chin and splash on to his bare chest. "Not again." He murmured, pressing his warm lips to my forehead, "That's the third time this week." My hands cling to his skinny hips, I'm afraid to let him go, lest he disappear. A few moments later my shaking subsides, and his breath rushes across my cheek as his sighs, "Its dangerous to come in here at night you know." I merely nod, raising my guilt filled eyes to the beautiful blue before me. His serene face lit only with moonlight held a glimpse of remorse. "You know what might happen if either of them were to wake up." My heart feels suddenly slow and painful with each beat. My teeth suddenly begin to worry my lower lip as I debate on running back to my respectful bed. My thoughts are hushed though by the warm pad of a thumb running a coarse, calloused path along my lip, fingers curling under my chin. "You know I hate that bad habit of yours." His voice is sweet like wine to my ears, and his lips are even sweeter as they brush across mine. "Let me stay." I plead, words associated with a soul-searing kiss, emotions running deeper than anything known to man alone. He responded quickly, his arms snaking around my waist. And pulling me close to caress my waiting lips with hushed words, "You can stay tonight…" I bit his lip thankfully and felt myself falling back on the futon. The covers were rumpled as he kicked them aside, climbing over me and pressing our groins together. I can feel the heat radiating from the growing bulge in his boxers, and it is answered with one of my own. Wet hot lips are placing wet hot kisses down my chest, this is what I need, and this is what I thrive on. My nightmares are only dreams that can be washed away by his touch alone. I want him to always be here, always near, to never leave me to be unaccompanied in the dark. We share something special… My thoughts are soon interrupted again when a soft warm tongue flicks out over my nipple, which hardens immediately. I moan ever so softly as he draws on it, nursing with small sucking noises. He knows me so very well, like no one else ever could. His hands are like magic. They create white-hot fire that sears through my veins. I can feel those expert fingers, slipping into my waistband and inching down my loose pants. Careful caresses of his lips match the agonizingly slow process of sliding my clothing off. A rush of cold air, and suddenly my erection is free. A hard shiver shakes my limbs and he smiles in a unique way. Its one of those little things I've never gotten used to. He pitied me in a compassionate way. All at once, as if to make up for the cold prickling air, a new sensation shuffles my nerves. A moist tongue feeds with delicate licks at the base of my manhood. I groan as that tongue travels upwards, and I shift my hips when those long, skillful fingers encircle me. I could only stand to watch his head bob up and down for a few moments before I feel back, gasping and weakly grabbing the futon beneath me. I muffled a small cry into a pillow as I neared my ultimate release. I could feel the bubbling sensation grow and threaten to burst, and then it was gone. "Onegai!" I pleaded, thrusting my hips up to the mouth that so suddenly left me stranded. "Shhh…" A soothing, consoling hand slid beneath my bottom and lifted my hips. Somehow, in the midst of my begging he had gotten his bottoms off, and his erection glistened with anticipation. Pearly white beads of passion shivered at the tip. We had done this many times before. His fingers caressed my swollen lips, and I drew them in hurriedly, my tongue swirling around the jointed appendages. I bit down softly before they were withdrawn. Carefully he groped for my entrance, slipping one deep within me. I hissed at the intrusion and arched up. For a moment he slowly worked one in, then two, and finally three. He grazed that magic spot, and nothing could hold at bay the cry that tore past my lips. He gasped and pulled back, slipping suddenly out of me. I moaned at the loss. He tormented me a moment longer by slowly prepping his quivering shaft. I watched his parted cherry pink lips as they drew in the air quickly. He touches himself, barely able to maintain stable control with my body rubbing achingly over him. I was shoved back roughly, down on the futon when I attempted to relieve my throbbing erection. Then, in stark contrast, he tenderly lifted my hips, and sweetly entered into my tiny cavern. Ever so gently he lifted me, setting me upon his hips and beginning to move with slow shallow thrusts. It was barely enough for either of us. I bit his neck and wrapped my arms around his muscular shoulders. Carefully, I rose, to the point where he was almost gone, then slammed back down. Our grunts mingled together at that first real sign of pleasure…then moans. We met in the middle, doubling the force of each thrust and making it all the more sweeter. I threw my head back, my mouth opened in a silent plea. I needed release, and I needed it soon. I could feel my manhood barely rubbing against his taut stomach with each thrust we made, and it only seemed to intensify the aching pain that felt so wonderful. I gasped as he shoved me down, gripping my hips as all caution was thrown to the wind. Suddenly I was being pummeled, inside more than out. It hurt, it hurt like hell fires searing the insides of my body. But it felt wonderful, and I begged for more. With every deep stroke, he seemed to hit that spot, slamming with all the strength he possessed into that small bundle of nerves. My cries were punctuated with each thrust, and further drowned out by the sound of our sweat-slicked skin slapping together. I felt like my insides were going to rupture as his hand circled my raging erection. I came almost instantly, and within three strokes, he was spent too. With a cry that rivaled my own, he flooded the cavity inside me with his seed as I exploded the sticky substance onto our bellies. I lay limp for a few moments, breathing heavily and relishing the afterglow. His head lay in the crook of my neck, and lips danced lazily over the skin there. A minute later he pulled out and fell beside me, not bothering to grab the covers as he spooned his body into mine. Whispered, "I love you" `s and the smell of sex hung in the air as we drifted off to dreams together. Neither of us knew that it would be the final time that we would make such sweet love together.

"I always knew you were a couple a fags." Father had awakened in time to see both of us reach our limits. He had become sickened at the sight of such wanton pleasure. Out of sheer insanity, he raised the twelve-gage shotgun up.

We were born together on the same day, from the same parents. Now we shall die together too… *Gunfire and screams sound in the night.* …because…. of the very fact that we shared those same parents. I hope God truly is all-forgiving brother; I don't want to go to hell. Our bloodied hands clasp tightly as we seal our lips with a final kiss. I love you….

OWARI

A/N: I know this is sad. Hell it even made me cry! Anyhow, please read and review. This is my first attempt at a yaoi story.