Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Over the Hills and Far Away ❯ Complications ( Chapter 2 )
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08Over the Hills and Far Away
A Co-write/Alternate Universe/Songfic from Aubreys_Master and BizarreLoveTriangle
Disclaiming: We don’t own. We don’t claim to. We just like writing stories. Please don’t sue us. Kthx.A Co-write/Alternate Universe/Songfic from Aubreys_Master and BizarreLoveTriangle
Ali says: Most of what Ayame says isn’t important. If it’s in French that is. I’ll either write it in English or explain. If you don’t understand something, don’t ask. Because it doesn’t actually matter. Oh and there’s smut in this chapter!
Chapter 2
He'll just have to find out, won't he? Either way, two days later Shigure kissed his 'lady' and set out for the long trip up to Lyon.
"Mère de visite sil vous plaît?" the pretty boy requested softly for the man to visit his mother while he was in the city. Of course, Shigure agreed, hugged Hatori good-bye and got into the carriage he'd arranged to take him.
"Take good care of Aaya, Haa-san." He called playfully as they set off.
"Mm, right." He agreed with a small frown. Yeah, that wasn't what he wanted to do.
Aaya frowned a little bit as he went back into the house. It was usually lonely without ‘Gure. He had Hatori here this time though. He just wasn't sure what to do with him, exactly. Well, personally, Hatori's plan was to hide in his room until Shigure returned--except for meals. But, when he caught sight of how lonely Ayame looked, that course of action just went away as though it had never existed to begin with. The younger man appreciated that, for what it was worth. He smiled a little half smile and since he wasn't in public decided to take advantage of the situation to actually be able to talk. He also figured, since they had several ‘Gure-less weeks to entertain themselves throughout, now was as good a time as any to really work on teaching the doctor French.
That was slow, near painstaking work. Hatori, personally, found it quite frustrating too. There had been a reason he'd been so unwilling to learn before. He'd never tried to learn a new language, and wasn't too confidant in his linguistic skills. And with good reason, too. It's a good thing Ayame has experience teaching then, isn't it? He was currently giggling lightly at his student.
"Do not worry, 'Tori-san," He assured the doctor. "'Gure was much worse when we met."
"I'm not sure that's comforting." He admitted with a slightly odd look.
Aaya smirked. "Take it as you will." the younger man laughed softly before finally continuing his lesson.
Well, he did eventually learn the basics of it, but that wasn't the only thing he learned about in those weeks. He learned quite a bit about Ayame too. Though, he wasn't sure he appreciated the after effects of it. The more he knew about Aaya, and the better he got to know him in general; the more that feeling grew. It was rapidly reaching the point where he thought he might very well explode from it, too. The gorgeous thing probably didn't help this much either, being so friendly. But he liked having someone around the house. It was someone he could talk to and be himself with. Usually when Shigure was gone he had to become into his female counterpart for the entirety of the weeks his husband would be away.
But, the poor doctor was lucky that his friend wouldn't be away much longer. Indeed, Shigure returned right when Hatori thought he might pop. Which was good. Unfortunately, Hatori's house still wasn't ready. Which was bad. So, really, all Shigure coming back achieved was making Hatori feel he might burst, and get caught in the process. The writer and his husband remained mostly oblivious to all of this, though.
"Did you two have a good time?" Shigure grinned over at Hatori, while Ayame hugged his husband excitedly around the waist babbling in French over something Shigure had brought back from Lyon for him. Hatori just made a non-committal noise, and wandered off to his room again. This achieved two things: It left Ayame and Shigure alone to visit, and it got him away from Ayame, soothing his poor, abused hormones at least a little. The brunette watched after him for a moment before shrugging and deciding that it had been weeks since he'd seen his pretty little bride and he should now lavish attention upon him.
Well, there was more to living in France than just learning the language. Hatori needed to learn the culture too, and that almost sent him right over the edge. That was the day he learned the French way of saying hello to people.
"'Tori-san," Ayame tittered helplessly at him when he bowed. "’ere, we greet people close to us like this," He flitted over to the doctor and kissed both his cheeks with a smirk. "And you shake strangers ‘ands." The pretty thing added as an afterthought.
Hatori just blushed in response to the demonstration.
"You kiss them?" Well crap.
"That is strange?" He blinked his golden colored eyes at him. "You will be stared at if you bow." Aaya cocked his head to one side, confused.
"Er, just a little strange." He admitted, his cheeks still horribly pink.
"Hmm," Ayame purred lightly. "You can shake most peoples ‘ands. But ‘Gure and I are family," He stuck out his tongue teasingly as he explained. "It is a polite and proper greeting for us."
"Oh, wonderful." He mumbled, trying really, REALLY hard to keep the sarcasm out of his tone. It wasn't like kissing Ayame was such an unpleasant prospect, after all.
The younger homemaker snickered a little bit. "’Gure is writing," he changed the subject smoothly. "So perhaps you would go out with me later? I would like to go and see where they are building your ‘ome."
"Of course." Hatori agreed with a small nod, his blush slowly but surely calming down.
So, it was a date. Aaya knew better than to bother his husband while he was working, so later he crawled uncomplaining into one of his dresses and he and the doctor went out. The pretty boy hoped that his cousin-in-law’s house wasn't too far away. It would be difficult to visit once he moved in, if it was. Luckily it wasn’t too far, a little over a mile away. Hatori had been meaning to go check on the progress of his new home anyway. It wasn't quite as far along as he'd have liked, but far enough that he could show Ayame what it would basically look like, when they arrived.
"It looks like it will be very nice." Ayame said carefully quiet. "I will be able to come visit you, no?"
He looked a little uncomfortable at the question, but simply nodded. "If you'd like."
"You will be working from the ‘ouse?" The younger questioned curiously. He'd gathered by now that Hatori was a doctor.
"Yes," He nodded, pointing to the framework of a small wing off to the left of the front. "That's going to be my office." He explained. It would be big enough, and he hadn't seen much real-estate downtown that he could acquire to create an office in.
"You should ‘ave good business." Ayame smiled, happy for the doctor.
"Shigure mentioned that." He agreed with a small nod. "He also mentioned the drunken brawls."
"Oui," Aaya confirmed. "It is the problem with this town."
"Yes, well," He shrugged lightly. "If you or Shigure ever get hurt or ill, come to me. Free of charge." His little cousin-in-law made a teasing cooing noise and hugged the doctor.
"’ow sweet, merci, Tori-san!"
Hatori was beginning to wish the French weren't so touchy. It certainly would make his life easier.
"I've never charged my family." He brushed it off lightly.
Ayame glanced up at the sky to get an approximation of the time, and upon getting that, suggested they head back to the house shortly. The good people would be getting off work and the drunkards would be heading to the bar shortly. Aaya didn't enjoy the crowd when disguised like this. Hatori blinked, but nodded in agreement, and so, they set off back toward the house. He was getting a bit impatient about his house being finished, after seeing how far from it that it was. Once they got out of the town and were nearing the house, the beauty talked happily to the doctor.
"Is it that you ‘ad a pretty girl where you lived before?" He wondered. They didn't ever seem to talk about Hatori, and the younger man was interested to know about his older cousin-in-law.
"Mmm, a while ago," He admitted softly. "But it didn't work out."
"I am sorry to ‘ear that." Aaya purred out carefully. He was still trying desperately to make his accent not so heavy, but it wasn’t working very well. Hatori made a vague waving gesture, to show that Ayame shouldn't worry about it.
"Her father had arranged a groom for her, and thought it improper for her to be courting someone, while engaged."
"Hmmm," Aaya murmured, frowning a little as they arrived at the house and went inside. He blinked up carefully at the doctor after a moment. "Thank you for going with me," He offered before heading for the stairs to get out of this god-awful dress. Hatori just murmured something to the effect of 'not a problem', and went to go distract himself with something. He didn't even care what it was, at the moment. He just needed something. It didn't matter if he did find something; because once Ayame was changed he came downstairs and pounced upon the doctor.
"'Gure will not come out of ‘is study while ‘e is writing." The silver haired thing breathed out with a smile. "So, is there anything you would like me to cook in particular?" He offered amiably.
"Uh, whatever you want to." Hatori replied with a small blink, trying to neither twitch, nor do anything inappropriate to Ayame under his touch. The pretty thing was practically in his lap as is. He just failed to realize this position might not be appreciated or appropriate. So he just hugged the doctor shortly with an acquiescent chirp, and then headed off for his kitchen. Hatori just sighed in relief when Ayame got off of him. He really didn't want to loose it and end up raping him, or something.
Ayame and Shigure still hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary. They were still just hosting a friend until his house was finished being built. And that was how things stayed, that is, until Hatori's house was finished and it was time for him to move in to it. Aaya was rather sad about this. Hatori was the only person he'd been able to be completely friendly with since he moved here with Shigure years ago. And when he was moving out, the younger man couldn't even go with to help him unpack. Since it wouldn't do for a 'lady' to be doing such things, and he couldn't dress like a man to help. So he ended up hugging him and kissing both of the doctor's cheeks affectionately as he and Shigure set off for the house.
Hatori wasn't sure whether to be happy or sad that he wasn't seeing Ayame as much. It was a little of both, actually. Well, he didn't have to worry about that for too long, since he showed back up at his house a little over a week later.
"'Tori-san?" The pretty thing called quietly, knocking on the door. He was stuck dressed up as a girl again, since he was in public. Hatori blinked up from where he was still unpacking a few books, and went over to the door to answer it.
"Ayame," He greeted, moving aside to let him in. "Hello. Can I help you with something?" Ayame got on his tiptoes and kissed one of his cheeks, murmuring a little 'Salut' as he came in. He looked around the doctor's home with a small smile.
"Non," He finally answered the question. "I just came to visit you. You are busy?" He wondered.
"Not particularly." He shook his head. "Just putting a few things away. It can wait."
"Très, très bien!" The beauty purred out happily. He and Hatori found their way into a sitting room like area. It had a place to sit and that was all that really mattered. "You ‘ave been well, 'Tori-san?" He hadn't seen the doctor in a week. His boredom and concern were what had driven him to come visit today.
"I've been fine." Hatori confirmed with a small smile. "And you?" It felt good to see Ayame again. He hadn't even realized how much he'd missed him.
"Comme ci, comme ça." The fairer murmured, making a little wavy hand motion that made what he was saying quite clear, despite it being in French. "'Gure is in the thick of one of ‘is books again. The ‘ouse is très, très boring without you, now."
"I suppose I should feel honored that my presence was missed so quickly." Hatori commented with a snort. It didn't feel as awkward as he usually did around Ayame. It felt rather comfortable, actually.
Aaya giggled softly at his tone. "It was nice to ‘ave someone around." He murmured elaborating and sobering a little bit.
"You're free to come over whenever you want." Hatori reminded him with an amused look.
Ayame quickly moved to hug him. "I can see why you and 'Gure are best friends." He said as a way of thanking him for being so kind.
"Is that so?" Hatori raised an eyebrow at him. He was getting used to Ayame’s hugs, and it was getting easier not to twitch under them. "Why do you think?"
"You are très nice." The lovely young man replied easily. "And, you seem to ‘ave much patience." He grinned; anyone who was friends with Shigure would have to be. And Aaya knew his own talkativeness and heavy accent would require some patience of it's own.
"Patience is one way of putting it."
"It is very nice of you to put up with 'Gure and myself, either way." Aaya simpered.
"It's really not that hard." Hatori assured him. "You get used to Shigure, and I happen to enjoy your company quite a bit." His cousin-in-law played absently with a strand of hair that had been hanging in his face, looking up coyly with his pretty gold eyes.
"Even though you can not understand what I am saying most of the time?" He taunted a bit.
"Regardless of that." He agreed dryly.
"Perhaps because of that?" Ayame suggested off-handedly. If Hatori couldn't understand, he didn't have to listen, leaving him free to stare at the gorgeous thing sitting so very close to him.
"I would like to think I'm putting out an effort."
"Of course," The smaller chuckled. "I am glad. I would ‘ate to just be bothering you."
"You've yet to bother me, Ayame." That wasn't exactly true, but it wasn't a lie either. Aaya flushed slightly with pleasure. That was nice to know. He smoothed out his skirt idly for a moment before making a fluid change of subject matter.
"You ‘ave been getting along fine alone, 'Tori-san?" He wondered again. "It only occurred to me after you left that you might not know ‘ow to cook. I know 'Gure is très, très mal." Hatori snorted a bit. Yes, he'd had Shigure's cooking before.
"I know enough." He assured him. Though, Hatori had been very displeased with the severe lack of Japanese ingredients in France. The teriyaki sauce he'd brought with him could only last so long.
"Bon, bon," Ayame chirped and their conversation continued from there.
These kinds of visits weren't too uncommon after that. When Shigure was busy the young man came over to visit. Sometimes he would come with Shigure, sometimes he stayed home with Shigure, and sometimes even if Shigure was free he would make a lunch to bring to the doctor as an excuse to visit. But it really wasn't out of the ordinary in Ayame's mind.
It seemed to be a regular night. Aaya had come to visit in the afternoon, since Shigure was out of town again. But Hatori's theory on a regular night was proven wrong when someone started beating on his door. Hatori went to the door and helplessly blinked at the police officer outside. He didn't think he'd done anything to get in trouble. Hurriedly, he wracked his brain for the evening greeting Ayame had taught him.
"Bonsoir?" He greeted in an obviously awkward and unpracticed way. He was trying, he really was, but he hadn't been trying that long. It wasn't easy to give up the pronunciations he'd grown up with over the course of a few weeks.
"'atori?" The policeman wondered and upon receiving confirmation continued. "J'ai besoin de vous pour venir avec. Ayame Sohma, a besoin de vous. Oui?"
"Ayame?" He echoed with a small frown. "Oui," If it had to do with Ayame, he needed to know what it was.
"Bon," the man murmured and motioned for the doctor to follow him. They went right up to Shigure's house and entered. Inside there were a few other policemen, and one very shaken up Aaya who was whispering something in French to the men. "Voici 'atori." Tori's escort announced. The men thanked the pretty young 'woman' and began to file out while Ayame hurried over to Hatori.
"Ayame?" Hatori asked worriedly, not even thinking that he might not be able to follow his rapid speech. "What happened? Are you alright?" Aaya remembered to speak in Japanese, but he was upset, so the accent was thick and he had to speak quietly so the police wouldn’t hear his obviously male voice.
"'Tori-san, s-someone broke in and--" The rest of what he said was not only unimportant, but too French sounding to be understood.
"'atori, vous resterez ici avec Mademoiselle Sohma, oui?" The policeman interrupted gently.
"Il ne peut pas parler français." Aaya mumbled, then sniffled and tried to translate. "’e wants to know if you will stay, or if one of the police need to."
"I will." He agreed with a matter of fact nod. He really didn't feel like leaving Ayame alone with a total stranger.
"Bon, nous commencerons à patrouiller pour le criminel immédiatement, Mademoiselle." The little policeman murmured and bid them goodnight. In Monaco robberies weren't that uncommon. But the policeman always felt bad when such things happened to nice ladies like Mademoiselle Sohma. They would be sure to catch these guys.
Once the man was gone, Aaya hugged Hatori thankfully, shaking a little. A man breaking into your house with a pistol, while your husband is away is a scary thing. Really.
"Are you alright?" He repeated, gently ushering him over to the nearest seat.
The younger nodded, subdued, and wiped embarrassedly at his eyes. "Oui, je seulement peur." Hatori gave him a confused look, and crouched down in front of him. He got yes, but nothing else.
"J'ai peur," Ayame looked at him with watery eyes before realizing his mistake. "I was scared, I am sorry." He managed to get out and it was so that Hatori could actually understand through his accent.
"No," Hatori shook his head quickly, wrapping his arms around Ayame's neck and pulling him close. "It's nothing to be sorry about, so don't say you are." It sounded a bit harsh, once he thought about it, but he honestly couldn't think of a better phrasing.
Aaya leaned against him and sighed. "Merci, 'Tori-san, for coming. They asked where my ‘usband was and I could not possibly let one of them stay ‘ere."
"It's no trouble." He assured him, all too aware of the heat of Ayame's body against his, and the pounding of his heart. He didn't even remembering it happening, just that the next thing his lips were pressed against Ayame's comfortingly. And they were so soft, and warm, and satiny! He knew, on some level, that he should pull back and apologize but… Good God, he didn't want to! It felt so good, the way Ayame’s body was pressed so close. His best friend's husband sighed softly, he was too shocked to respond, but that didn’t stop him from enjoying it. Hatori did pull back, eventually. Not before he got in a damn good kiss, but he did pull back at some point. He didn't apologize when he did this though. He knew that this was wrong, but he didn't feel sorry.
"Mère sainte!" Ayame uttered as he stared at the older man. "Je vais aller à l'enfer." (Holy mother! I am going to hell!)
Hatori hadn't the faintest idea what Ayame had said, but the tone had sounded horrified, so: "I'm sorry." He murmured softly, though he still didn't mean it. "I shouldn't have." But it had felt SO good! That was indeed part of the problem.
"C'est trop tard maintenant." The pretty thing in front of him mumbled leaning against his husband's best friend again. When he wrapped his arms tiredly around the other's shoulders that pretty much translated what he'd said right there.
"You're not angry then?" He wanted to make sure, though he felt his arms tightening slightly, unconsciously, around Ayame's shoulders.
"Non," Aaya unarticulated, he really wasn't angry. He felt very guilty about that too.
"Thank God. " He breathed, allowing his chin to rest on Ayame's shoulder. He didn't think he'd known Ayame long enough to honestly say he loved him, and he really didn't want to mess things up for Shigure, but he'd tried to make this feeling go away, and it just WOULDN'T work!
"'Tori-san," The silver haired flower whispered softly. This was a lot to take in. He didn't know what was going on in the slightest. First he was being robbed, then Hatori was here and then this was happening. "Pourquoi, I-I mean, why?"
"I don't know." He admitted with a small sigh. "I mean, I know I shouldn't have, but I've wanted to for a while and--" he cut himself off, and tried again. He didn't panic, he didn't stammer, and he didn't ramble. "I've never met anyone quite like you."
"I am ‘onored." Aaya's shoulders drooped. This was tough for him for several reasons.
"I'm sorry." He repeated, carefully pulling out of Ayame's grasp, releasing him at the same time. "It was far too forward of me."
Ayame frowned as he searched his limited knowledge of Japanese. He finally settled on: "Shigure," Which really expressed only part of his concern.
"I know," Hatori agreed with a small grimace. "He's actually why I waited as long as I did." But, he hadn't been able to wait any longer! But, now he'd done it, it was over, and Ayame could forget all about it, if he wanted to.
"’e can not know." Aaya shook his head quickly.
"No, no!" He agreed with a quick headshake. "No, of course not."
"Bon," The smaller man sighed before smiling grimly and claiming one of Hatori's hands. He held onto it gently as he stared thoughtfully down at it. Hatori watched him curiously, as he did this. Just what was going on in Ayame's head? He never knew. He wanted to, though. Now, more than ever. "Do, you know why Shigure and I got married?" He wondered, trying desperately to keep his accented purr out of his voice, and failing quite miserably. "Non, you ‘ave only talked to ‘im, you would not." Ayame's head hung a little bit more as he confessed quietly. "It was because ‘e was in love with me and I needed out of the streets."
"What are you saying?" Hatori wanted to know. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Nothing in particular." Ayame whispered. "But you seem to be the only person who I can say it to. I do not love ‘im."
Hatori didn't know how to verbally reply to that, so, he just urged Ayame a little lower, and kissed him again, though it was slightly less desperate this time, but just as passionate.
"I'm not sure if I love you or not." He admitted, once the kiss broke. "All I know is that you're extraordinary. Fascinating!" he paused before adding in a low tone. "Beautiful," Then, in a normal voice again, "And you make me feel like I haven't felt in a very long time!"
Hatori had cracked through his faithful shell in a moment of weakness and now Ayame was thoroughly ensnared. He blushed helplessly and his eyes sparkled behind some silver webbing that had fallen into his face, with the surfacing of the kiss. He didn't have the words in Japanese, so he fell back on his French and smiled coyly as he spoke.
"Merci, 'Tori-san, vous êtes plutôt intéressant vous-même." Hatori had pretty much given up on trying to understand Ayame during this particular conversation, and just smiled and nodded, as though he did. He'd find out what it meant some other time. The pretty flower giggled at him before carefully reaching out a hand to brush his cheek. Then he slid closer and kissed the older man slowly as he held him tightly. It was amusing and Ayame made a small note to continue practicing his Japanese for the doctor's sake. Hatori returned the kiss readily, and breathed against Ayame's lips ‘beautiful’, once more, before returning all his attention and effort to the actual kiss.
For all who are interested, those are the events that lead to Hatori and Ayame in Shigure's bed. The break in from earlier was as forgotten as the location of their clothes.
As a matter of fact, there were only a few thoughts going through Aaya's head currently. One about Hatori, one about when Shigure was returning, and the third was 'Dieu nous disent que 'Tu ne commettra pas l'adultère'.' Roughly translated? God tells us not to commit adultery.
Hatori wasn't asleep just yet, though their first 'Intimate' experience with each other had been over for a little over half an hour. No, he just lay there, watching Ayame and running his fingers through the other's long, silvery hair until HE fell asleep first. There was an overall sense of cliché irony to doing this in Shigure's bed, but honestly, he could have cared less at the moment. All that mattered, right then, anyway, was that he was in bed with, probably, the most beautiful creature in France. He wasn't even thinking about what effects it could have on his life or others. He didn't know how complicated this night would make things in the future, either.
Complicated was probably an understatement. But they get to enjoy their affair a bit first. Now, since Hatori insisted Ayame was the first to sleep, if you use logic that also explains why Aaya was the first up the next morning. He was cooking, like a good housewife when the doctor appeared to accost him there and all should pity Shigure, who will get to eat on that kitchen table when he gets back.
Hatori placed a light kiss on the side of Ayame's neck, when he came downstairs, wrapping his arms around the younger's waist. The knowledge and realization that this beauty before him was married (and to his best friend, no less) rested, comfortably forgotten, in the back of his mind--ignored for those few moments of absolute ecstasy.
"Bonjour," Aaya chuckled and looked back at his cousin-in-law out of the corner of his eye. "Is it that you slept well, 'Tori-san?"
"Better than quite a while." He confirmed with another, still light, kiss. He didn't want to leave any marks that would get Ayame in trouble, after all. "And you?" He all but hummed. No matter how happy he was, much like stammering, panicking, and rambling, he didn't hum.
"I slept well," The gorgeous flower giggled and melted back into his lover. It was technically his bed too, after all. Even though there were several inches more Hatori to cuddle than there were to Shigure.
"Good." He nodded, carefully placing a few more gentle kisses, then pulling away all together, though he didn't move too far away. "How long is Shigure supposed to be gone?" He wanted to know, leaning against the nearest piece of furniture.
"Four or five more days." Ayame answered after a moment of thought. Shigure's trips to Lyon used to be a source of dread for the young man. He could see himself looking forward to them now though.
Hatori nodded thoughtfully. He wasn't sure he liked that 'or'. Of course, he also, for the first time in his life, wasn't looking forward to his best friend returning, at all.
"Sometimes he goes to visit ma mère." Aaya explained. "That takes an extra day." He glanced back at Hatori. "’e went last time though, so it is most likely four days." Hatori nodded again, and moved back to hugging Ayame. Four days really didn't seem that long.
"So," He spoke up conversationally, as though this were the most normal thing in the world. "What do you have planned today?"
Aaya smiled and thought about that. "I need to find out what was stolen last night and then I ‘ad planned to go shopping and then visit you. But you are already ‘ere." He was very happy about that. Normally when Shigure was in Lyon he would do his shopping, visit Hatori, then sit all by himself at home.
"Well, then, we'll find something to do with that extra time." Hatori promised, only half teasingly.
"Vous êtes mauvais!" The smaller shook his head with a small laugh. Perhaps calling Hatori wicked is a bit much. They technically aren't doing anything wrong unless they get caught. Ayame shooed Hatori over to the table to eat the food he'd been cooking, finally.
"You really are amazing." Hatori commented, once the breakfast had been eaten.
"You enjoy making me blush?" Ayame wondered dryly as he picked up the plates. Nearly every time Hatori said something like that his face turned a bit pink.
"Well, it is vaguely amusing." He admitted with a small smile. "But, that's not why I keep saying things like that." The beauty carefully washed the dishes without saying anything before flitting over to Hatori.
"Merci for the compliment." He purred out as he idly twirled his fingers in the other's dark hair.
"You deserve it." He assured him, before leaning forward and placing a kiss, actually on Ayame's lips this time. Aaya kissed back, wrapping his arms around the other. “Because you’re amazing.” Hatori murmured as one of his hands found its way to the younger’s clothed thigh. Just that kiss and the feel of Ayame under his hand sent the doctor’s hormones soaring. He wrapped his other arm around Ayame’s waist and lifted him up onto the wooden kitchen table. The kiss they’d been sharing became much sloppier and more heated as Tori groped the inside of his thigh and fiddled with the tie on the front of his pants. They broke off as the doctor got the pants undone and began working them off the smaller. The beautiful, younger man sighed and reached down between them to palm Hatori’s obvious arousal, which was still trapped painfully in his own pants. The doctor pressed against him and reclaimed his lips while his hands slipped under Ayame’s loose shirt, roaming aimlessly all over his pale skin. Oh god did he feel good. Aaya moaned quietly, his fingers hurriedly going up to work on the tie of his pants. It wouldn’t be prudent to mar the flower’s delicate flesh, so the older smirked and licked encouragingly at the other’s neck. Once the front of his pants were open, the silver haired beauty freed his lover’s hardened shaft. His gentle pumping caused Hatori’s hips to press into his touch and he sighed against the pale skin.
“’Tori, s’il vous plaît?” Ayame begged softly, running his thumb over the head of Hatori’s penis, spreading the pre-cum. The taller man kissed Aaya as he leaned him back onto the table.
“Yes,” He mumbled in response to the pleading and he carefully fingered his best friend’s ‘wife’ as he went. This affair wouldn’t work out if he hurt Ayame in any way. After a thorough stretching, the doctor positioned his engorged penis at the entrance to his lover’s tantalizing channel. The flower’s amber eyes were deep with lust, and they teared up with pain as Hatori pressed into him. He panted trying to catch his breath while Tori fully sheathed himself within the caverns of protesting muscle. The doctor leaned forward over Aaya and carefully kissed up the tears while the smaller man adjusted to his sudden intrusion. His cousin-in-law squirmed against him, once was ready, causing Hatori to grunt with pleasure as he erection was jostled within the other. Really, unable to wait any longer, Hatori pulled out a ways and began a steady pace.
“Plus dur,” The French beauty purred out. “’arder,” he managed to get out in Japanese. The doctor was more than willing to comply to this request too. He took hold of Aaya’s hips with both hands and thrust in roughly. The table shook with their efforts and the sound of Hatori’s thighs and balls bumping into Ayame’s rear filled Shigure’s house. The gorgeous creature beneath him cried out his name as his elation flowed from his own, rather neglected penis, making a sticky pool between them. As he shook from his orgasm Ayame pushed back against Hatori’s invasion and his muscle clamped, working to bring his lover up to ecstasy as well. Hatori groaned harshly as he came within his best friend’s ‘wife’. He stayed within the other and kissed him passionately. Ayame smiled into it and sighed.
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