Loveless Fan Fiction ❯ A week with you ❯ An evening with you ( Chapter 1 )

A night with you

Chiou Kaido's POV

 

My name is Chiou Kaido, I'm an undergrad majoring in art. The most exciting thing in my life right now is Soubi, Shisai Soubi. Yes, I'm completely infatuated with my classmate, but who wouldn't be?

 

I spend us much time as I can with him. I remember today watching him paint, his thin blonde hair drawn back in a ponytail, his small delicate glasses removed so he can paint the details. That fitted black shirt that stubbornly refused to show an inch of that delectable skin… no matter, the shirt is very well fitted, and you can see his sculpted and perfect body through it.

 

So much time I've wasted trying to obtain the impossible. I became his friend, so I could take it to the next level, only to discover he already had a partner… no, partner is being much to kind.

 

He had a master! …And I didn't think the master would want me screwing his pet. What a pity too, his master hardly ever claimed the flesh that I worshiped, but he was the only one with right to it. Oh, fate can be so cruel.

 

Though I knew I could not impede on his master's grounds, I didn't waist the time I spent with Soubi. I got closer to the object of my desire, talking, being friendly, all of that shit. And then my time came…

 

Aoyagi Seimei died… Now that his master was dead, Soubi was finally an option to become mine. I'd comfort him; let him cry on my shoulder and such like a good friend. I had it all planned, his heart would be weak and vulnerable and I'd be able to move in and take his once beloved master's place.

 

Then something horrible happened. While he was away one day I looked through his bag, like any jealous lover would… yeah I wish I were his lover… Nonetheless, in his bag, I found several pictures, of him in a park with a dark haired boy who still had his ears!

 

I've only seen Soubi smile like that a few times, all of which were times I'd followed him to see what he and his Master did all night… which was rather boring, they just talked most of the time… I could excite him!!!

 

Back to my story though… Naturally, I confiscated the pictures and asked him about them later. Turns out the kid was Aoyagi Ritsuka, Aoyagi Seimei's little brother. At this point I feared the worst, and then the worst happened.

 

Soubi is Ritsuka's slave! I still can't believe it! It isn't fair! I'm the best friend, I should get first choice! Besides, I waited my turn! I patiently waited for my turn to make Soubi mine.

 

After this happened, I felt like… I'd completely wasted my time. All those things I told him I could do to him. All the times I swore I'd do whatever he wanted. All the ways I did everything I could to get him to return at least a bit of my interest in him.

 

I still love him though; I can't give up on him. Its pathetic almost, one word from him and I feel like it's the happiest I've been in years. I remember the time he asked if I wanted to go to the carnival with him after class…

 

I was so happy; I know my heartbeat had sped up three times as fast. `At last' I had thought, `He is finally recognizing my love for him.'

 

Then we arrived and the horrible truth came out. He was there to follow Ritsuka, who had come with his friends. We walked around, hiding in the crowds as Soubi chuckled whenever the younger boy looked despairingly at his phone, wishing Soubi would call.

 

Soubi seemed to take pride in his ability to read people like books… but I doubt he'd ever taken the time to open my cover. The object of my obsession followed around his master with amusement, and all I could do was watch… I wished I could disappear.

 

After some time, Soubi walked away and joined Ritsuka. The kid's face lit up and in response, the blonde smiled slightly. It wasn't much of a smile, but it was far beyond anything he'd ever shown me.

 

Then he walked away, with the group of kids, leaving me alone and forgotten, like a rag doll tossed aside so a child could play with a newer toy.

 

I still wont give up on him though… never, not even as I sit here, alone, in my apartment. I stare at the fire kindling in the fireplace, as simple as it is, it's able to sooth me somewhat after this much angst. I drink my coffee and pull my blanket closer around me.

 

There is a knock at the door, slowly I get up and make my way across the room. I put down my cup and undo the locks, my other hand still holding the blanket close to me. After undoing the locks I open the door and find my self utterly shocked to see Soubi! There! On my doorstep!

 

In fact, I might have been rather too shocked; I let out a squeak like cry and I drop my blanket. Soubi smiles and runs his fingers through his wet hair, “I hope I'm not that horrid looking.”

 

Faster then I meant to, with my mouth still gaping, I poke my head out the door and look both ways. I must have scared him because he jumps slightly. Unable to articulate words, I point at him.

 

Luckily he knows exactly what I'm asking and replies with a small smile, “No, the others aren't with me, not for tonight.”

 

I open the door wider and step to the side, “Come in, its raining cats and dogs out there.” Soubi smiles slightly at the pun and comes in, taking off his shoes and putting them on the shoe mat to the side.

 

Quietly I ask, “Would you like coffee? I just made some.”

 

Soubi smiles and nods as he takes off his jacket and hangs it, “With cream if it isn't too much trouble.” I instantly think, `Add cream? For you? Oh, believe me, that is no problem at all… heheh.'

 

When I return I look around, unable to see him, for a moment I think he's left. Then I notice a shadow stretching from the fireplace.

 

I walk over and see that he is sitting on the ground, with my blanket over his shoulders. I resume sitting in the seat I'd been sitting in. As I hand him his coffee I ask, “Why are you sitting on the ground? There's a chair right there.”

 

Soubi smiles up at me and pulls at his shirt, “I'm soaked.” I run my eyes up and down his wet body. His thin shirt had the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, and the buttons in the front were unbuttoned almost half way down his chest. He was never this exposed, and the wetness of the white material did nothing to hide his very firm, sculpted chest.

 

My eyes travel down to his legs and start their slow travel back up; I nearly drop my own cup of coffee from what I see. Slowly and nervously I suggest, “I could… put those… clothes… in the dryer… if you want.”

 

“That would be good. Its so uncomfortable to wear wet clothes.” He replies.

 

I smile and sip my coffee, “So what brings you here so late at night?”

 

“I've come for you.” He states smugly. I raise my eyebrows as I look up; he's never played this game with me before. It's always me doing the suggestive talking while he paints. My eyes widen when I see him undoing the few last buttons on his shirt.

 

He pulls it off and tosses it to the side, his vividly colored eyes locked on me. At that moment I have to restrain myself from leaping from my chair, tackling him to the ground, and taking him right there. I swallow as quietly as I can and ask firmly, “Don't tease me like this Soubi. I know the moment I respond, you're going to leave and tell me something like `Ritsuka is waiting for me.' And leave me here alone.”

 

Soubi watches me and states, “There will be no Ritsuka, or Seimei for tonight.” He takes a step backwards and sits down in the chair there. Another smile crosses his lips, “Chiou, you said you'd strip for me. How about now?”

 

Chiou's eyes widened. It's true, when I told him I got a job at a strip joint where I strip for `dirty old men' he laughed and before I got defensive, he suggested I strip for him some time, so he could draw me. It was quite clear though, that Soubi didn't plan on creating any sort of paper art this evening. “Soubi… are you serious.”

 

“Yes. Why would I take such matters lightly?” He asks. I can't answer so he starts again, “Turn on music, I want to see you dance to music.”

 

I nod and stand up to go turn on my CD player. I thank myself silently for having worn clothes that look good instead of completely casual, or this would become a rather embarrassing display.

 

When I put on the songs my boss burned for me to practice stripping to. I smiled to myself, knowing I knew these songs and every stroke in them like… the back of… heh, Soubi's ass…

 

I jump out of my wistful thinking when Soubi asks, “Do you have a remote?”

 

“Yeah.” I look over my shoulder and see that he's staring at me with a very amused look. I begin to wonder what he has planned. I take the remote and bring it to him.

 

He takes the remote from my hand and flips through the songs, listening to the first few notes before skipping to the next, making sure he picks the best one there is. As he skips through the songs he says, “Lets play a game shall we?”

 

“I'm up for it.” I challenge, curious to see what he's come up with.

 

“When the music plays, you will strip for me. And when I pause the music, you must pause as well, until the music starts again.” He finally stopped on a song that sounded like the pink panther and nodded at me to begin.

 

I knew this song as well as all the others on the disc; it is the remix of the pink panther, which means that part way into the song the beat will increase to a rather exciting pace, still maintaining the classic chords and strokes of the original pink panther.

 

Perfectly in sync to the beat I guide my hand down my chest, undoing each button down my shirt. When I reach the end of my shirt my hand sneaks down further to undo the button of my pants before slowly zipping down the fly.

 

Soubi is still watching me intently; I wink at him and rock my hips in a slow, luxurious circle that turns me in the opposite direction so my back is facing him. Looking over my shoulder, I watch him with half lidded eyes and a practiced face that looks absolutely post coital.

 

Licking my lips I slowly shed the shirt, exposing my back inch by inch. Soubi drank in all that he could see. I let the shirt drop, swaying my hips.

 

I stick the first two digits of each hand into the loosened band of my pants. I slip the fingers around my narrow hips to my sides then guide the pants down slowly and teasingly.

 

Once they are half way down my hips I sway my hips, letting them slip lower. Once they're around my ankles, I step out of them with my right foot and kick them away with my left. I put my foot back down, away from the other, so my legs are now parted.

 

While waiting for the beat, I rock my hips once then fall to my knees on the beat. Once on the ground I throw my head back, eyes closed in a look of passion, the movement ripples down my spine in a smooth wave till it reaches my butt, which I rock in slow, thrust-like rotations.

 

And then the music stopped… I waited quietly, frozen with anticipation, when the music starts again I recognize it as the part I did just seconds ago. I realize Soubi's intention in time to not miss the step.

 

My head is already back, so I roll my shoulder's back, allowing that movement to rotate down my spine till I rotate my hips again. He continues to rewind the song, so I end up doing this step several times.

 

He finally lets the CD continue, I hide a smirk knowing the fast parts are coming up. Soubi still thinks this is the classic pink panther and is not expecting any change in the song.

 

Quickly, I arch and lean backwards, putting my hands behind me to keep me from tipping to far back. With my head still tilted back wards, as if in the throws of passion, everything down my chest, flat abdomen, and groin are perfectly visible. Then I thrust upwards in one long, hard, definite stroke as the music's beat increases.

 

The music stops again, which I did not expect. I open my eyes to show my frustration and Soubi chuckles as he watches me with a very knowing expression. He stands up and walks around me to sit down in the chair I had previously sat in.

 

He now had a clear view of my pack, and every thing in entailed. He starts the music again and I continue thrusting, growing erect rather quickly knowing that Soubi is watching.

 

After a few thrusts, that part ends and I am able to get back onto my spread knees and rotate my hips. I plant my hands before myself and at Souib's feet. I roll a wave of motion down my spine again before turning.

 

I keep my eyes locked ahead as I let another wave roll through my back. My arms slowly slide before me and my chest meets the warm rug beneath me. At the end of the slow and sensual moves I'm laying flat on the ground with my arms stretched above my head and my feet stretched down.

 

During a pause, I'm able to notice the irregular breathing of Soubi. I smirk and roll onto my back, confident that my next moves will make him lose control.

 

With my hands still stretched above my head, as if bound there, and my legs now parted and one slightly raised, I throw back my head and rock my hips. I don't rock them like a thrust though. This rock is much different, instead it looks as if someone where thrusting into me there on the floor, as I try to meet their thrusts passionately.

 

The music suddenly stops again, I open my eyes to see that Soubi is standing and removing his pants rather hastily. I almost sit up, but remember to stay completely still while the music is paused.

 

“W-wait, Soubi.” I say breathlessly, “W-what are you doing?”

 

He completely sheds his pants, “Nothing of great consequence.” Soubi smiled as he knelt, his lips parting, giving way to his heavy breathing.

 

I breathe heavily and nod my head in the direction of the mantelpiece over the fireplace, “There's lubricant up there.” Soubi glared up at the mantle piece as if it would become an unbearable journey to the middle of nowhere.

 

He stands up and looked on the mantle piece to find a few different scents. He removes his glasses to read what they were. He gapes at the first one, “Meringue?” Soubi picks up the next and is surprised to find it could get weirder, “Barbeque scented?”

 

I laughed, “I meet some weird people.”

 

“And you scare them all away don't you Chiou-chan.” He chuckles, picking up the last one, which is French vanilla scented, my personal favorite.

 

He moves to sit between my legs and coats his fingers with the lubricant. I protest, “Wait, wait, wait. This is my fantasy come to life, I should get to be on top.”

 

Soubi looks up with an amused look then says, “But you can't be on top because you can't move.” He slips one finger in, causing me to gasp, “The music is off.” He adds.

 

My eyes close as I concentrate on relaxing my ring of muscles. This task is made slightly more difficult by Soubi's finger, which apparently hates being still. Right when I'm about ready the finger pulls out to the tip and then returns, with a companion.

 

“Nh! Soubi-please-be-careful.” I gasp out, slurred together into one word. I close my eyes again to concentrate on relaxing, though my muscles are reflexively trying to gain a hold on the intruders, which is impossible due to the lubricant.

 

Soubi now slides the fingers all the way in to the third knuckle and I can't help but buck my hips upward reflexively, my bodies attempt to shake loose the intruders. This movement, however, causes the fingers to brush against that special spot inside.

 

Holding my breath, I close my eyes and tilt my head backwards; my muscles are completely relaxed from the single touch. Soubi smiles and soothes, “No need to be worried Chiou, I know you can take it.”

 

With that he withdraws both fingers and slides in four! I nearly scream but keep myself from doing so. Instead I release a muffled whimper. I manage to keep my breathing regular while he continues to work the fingers, spreading them every so often.

 

Finally he slides them out completely, I sigh but open an eye just to make sure he isn't preparing to stick his entire hand in. I see he is lubricating his organ now, preparing to take me.

 

I'm only slightly disappointed. I'd really wanted our first time to include me screwing him so long he wouldn't be able to walk straight the next day. No matter, the night was young for youths such as ourselves.

 

My musings are cut short as he firmly grips the underside of both my legs. He pushes them to my chest, curling my spine slightly so my ass is now in the air. I realize from the cool air, that the position also leaves me very open.

 

Soubi tells me in a firm but gentle voice, “Hold them here.” I lethargically move my hands from above my head and put on the underside of each knee, propping the knee to toes to point into the air, which Soubi seemed to be fine with.

 

He drew his long fingers down the exposed part of my thighs, loving the shudder it wracked through my body. Soubi slipped his hands around to grip my waist and he entered, at an excruciatingly slow pace, watching as every inch disappeared.

 

I become slightly frustrated and grip his length as tightly as I can with my anus. Knowing that after such stimulation, it would be much more difficult to remain so slow. Soubi gasps at the feeling, then bends forward so his chest presses against mine and crook of my knees rest on his shoulders.

 

We groan in unison, our chests vibrating together as he slides further in. The further he goes, the more his shoulder's push my knees up, which curves my back further forward, which lifts my ass and spreads it to more of his thrusts allowing him to sink in further. It worked almost like a never-ending cycle till he finally stopped and started to pull back out.

Soubi moves back in, his eyes are shut in pure bliss. I keep my hands where they were, holding up my legs, though his shoulders were also doing a pretty good job of that.

 

As his stomach brushes over my groin I almost want to beg to come right then. But I wont, I can't come yet, because I have plans for after this.

 

I go off into a tangent within my head again, deciding that Soubi will probably be sated enough to agree to whatever I ask of him. I begin to fantasize about all the things I'll be able to do.

 

I'm once again pulled back out of my thoughts when his hand brushes over my swollen organ. I open my mouth to tell him to leave it, but he captures my lips in a deep kiss.

 

By the time he parts his hand's movements have quickened. I shudder and throw back my head to cry out, “Soubi!” as I come in his hand. The pure pleasure of it sends shocks of pleasure through out me, making my anus once again convulsively tighten.

 

Soubi gasps and thrusts extra deep, releasing his seed deep within me. We remain there for some time catching our breath before he rubs his hands over the muscles in my thighs as he starts sliding out.

 

“What are you doing? I've already came.” I chuckle.

 

“I'm massaging your muscles, so they aren't sore when I let your legs down.” He replies then raises his deep gaze to my own. I shiver, I can feel myself growing aroused again just by that cool and beautiful stare.

 

I lie down and look to the side and notice the clock I have on the wall. I quietly ask, “How long can you stay?”

 

Soubi smirked and kissed my jaw line gently, “How long will you let me?”

 

I grin and begin to sit up, pulling my legs off his lap so I can close them and sit on them, “Good. But next time I'm on top.” In most conversations this would have been an odd response, but Soubi's statement was practically saying, `I don't know… hey, want to screw again?' or at least that's how I was going to take it.

 

Soubi nods with a sigh, “I know, I just wanted to know what it felt like, sorry.”

 

“What, what felt like?” I ask curiously. Could he be talking about the lube I wonder, well the stuff is pretty common, so that'd be rather odd…

 

“I wanted to know what it felt like to be seme for once.” Soubi sighs as he leans back to give me a little more space.

 

I'm quiet for a moment before I brush it off, “Come to the bed room with me.”

 

Now Soubi began to look hesitant. It was one nail someone, but a very different thing to be the one hammered into the ground. I don't allow time for anything to sink in, I take his hand and smile reassuringly and excitedly.

 

I pull him up with surprising ease and lead him to the bed room, my groin already stirring in anticipation for the next encounter.