Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Homework ❯ Homework ( Chapter 1 )

Homework

Rating: NC-17 / R

Disclaimer: Characters based on anime characters once, but it's so far alternate universe they're pretty much original characters now. I think the names are roughly the same, and that's it.

Content: Yaoi lemon. PWP, I'm afraid.

Notes: Both 16/17 yearolds at a British school. And… Kouichi's a telepath. Those things might be helpful to know about :)

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Shiro's pace sped up slightly as he passed the concierge in the entrance to the apartment block, and he didn't look back as Kouichi followed quickly behind him, face determinedly examining the floor to keep his expression hidden. Going over to the lift, Shiro pressed the button to call it; he readjusting the school bag on his shoulder and looked back as Kouichi joined him to wait, head still dipped. There was silence between them as the doors of the lift opened with a small rumble, and they both went in.

 

“Fifth floor, right?” Kouichi's voice was soft as the doors closed once more, leaving the two of them standing in the middle of the otherwise empty space as the machinery jerked slightly, and started to move. Shiro's only response was to nod slightly; he was standing not quite close enough for his shoulder to touch Kouichi's, and his breath had speeded up, eyes fixed seemingly calmly on the door in front of them. Kouichi bit his lip and stared straight ahead as well, forcing his own breathing to stay calm. He suddenly flushed bright red as a particularly dirty thought ran through his - or was it Shiro's? - mind, and he waited determinedly for the lift to reach the destination, frame utterly tense, trembling slightly at the tension which grew thicker and heavier with each passing moment.

 

At last the door slid open, and Shiro strode quickly out as soon as there was space for him to move, hand dipping in his pocket for his keys and fumbling slightly at the lock to the corridor. Kouichi kept his distance, for safety's sake, and tugged repetitively at the strap of his rucksack. Just a couple of sixth formers going to do their homework, that was all, don't look at us… he was struggling to keep his mental shields locked down tight, to keep any emotion leaking out into the aether, and followed swiftly after Shiro as the door was opened, and then the door to his own, small, painfully neat apartment. The white-haired boy disappeared into the main room almost immediately; Kouichi let the door close behind him, hearing the latch click as he dropped his bag to the floor, and went purposefully forward.

 

And was pushed just as purposefully back against the wall a moment later, Shiro's eyes intent and the lust spilling in waves from his mind as he pulled Kouichi's head down, mouth seeking his and fixing on it in a strong kiss. Kouichi gasped, and struggled slightly, arm going to wrap around Shiro, bringing him closer, tongue darting into his mouth in a gesture of dominance, own eyes going slightly heavier as he let his shields up just a little. Shiro fought back slightly against him, pushing his back to the wall once more as they slid down it, words lost into a barrage of heavy, heated thoughts.

 

I need you

I love you

I care for you

You're mine and no-one else's

And I want you right now

 

Kouichi whimpered as he sat on the floor, arms still struggling against the two that Shiro had pinned against the wall, who had broken mouth contact to graze his lips down the side of his neck, behind his ear, to his shoulder before his clothes got in the way. Panting, Kouichi finally managed to throw the hold, pushing Shiro to sprawl back to a sitting position on the floor, before pulling his shirt over his head, dark hair astray and the ends starting to stick to his flushed face. Shiro drew in his breath slightly, eyes never leaving their examination of Kouichi's body, moving forward again to catch Kouichi's wrist in an iron grip.

This time it was easily turned aside, Kouichi freeing himself with a deft twist and voice soft and unequivocal. “Yours too. Now.”

 

Shiro growled slightly under his breath and started tugging the thicker hoody over his head. He gasped slightly, arms still tangled in his sleeves as Kouichi moved forward to push him back against the floor, pinning him effectively.

“Get off.”
”Not a chance.” The taller boy smiled slowly, the shields letting up a little more around his mind and allowing Shiro share a little more of his thoughts as he held him down and ran a warm tongue down his chest. Shiro shuddered, still fighting slightly as Kouichi straddled him to keep him down, hair falling across his eyes and Shiro's skin as he bit softly at a nipple, and then moved on. Shiro stifled a moan, entire body trembling slightly as his struggles increased, eventually succeeding in sitting up, arms and wrists finally free of his shirt, and hands going to Kouichi's face.

 

“Frickin' tease,” he growled before kissing him strongly again, sitting more upright until Kouichi was falling slightly dizzily into his lap, arms wrapping round each other and tongues playing, fighting, curling round each other as the heat intensified. The floor was uncomfortable however, and eventually they broke apart, panting hard, a wordless look passing between blue and green eyes; getting to their feet carefully, Shiro grabbed Kouichi's wrist again and pulled him into the main room. It didn't take more than a few moments for the blinds to be shut against the late afternoon light and prying eyes, the dimness of the room reflecting everything in soft shadows. Shiro looked back as Kouichi sat on the edge of his bed, closing his eyes as his hand slipped inside his own trousers, caressing himself with a quiet moan; in a moment his eyes flew open again as the shorter boy pushed him sharply back against the bed, expression heated with love and lust.

“Did I say you could do that?”

“Did I say you could stop me?”

Kouichi's hand still moved, despite being trapped between them, and his eyes flashed slightly wickedly as he grinned at the odd expression on the face above his own.

“You do that, the wind will change, you'll get stuck -“

“Shut up” and the words were muffled swiftly with another kiss. A small fight ensued; neither of them using their real strength, pretending to give way one moment, fighting back the next. Their jeans too made a haphazard pile on the floor, the duvet underneath them rumpling as Shiro fought back to the top once more, placing a hand square on Kouichi's chest and the other slipping down to run a strong grip down his length. Kouichi flailed slightly, a wave of pleasure slipping from his mind and making Shiro shudder again. Pulling his hand away he put a finger in his mouth, drawing it away dripping and eliciting a soft panting gasp from Kouichi as he noticed. Leaning close over his pinned lover, Shiro kissed him softly once more before placing the damp finger at his entrance.

 

Can I?

This time

It might hurt again

I'll stop

I love you

Don't stop

 

Mixed thoughts flew between the bond that linked the electric aether between them, and Shiro kissed him again, moving the pinning hand to one shoulder and nuzzling his face into Kouichi's neck as he slowly moved his finger further in. Underneath him Kouichi tensed, breath catching in his throat, a shiver running across his flushed skin before he moved one hand to wrap around himself, starting to move it in time with the slick finger that slid back and forth inside him. Shiro murmured something unintelligible, reassuring, into his hair, drawing his finger away again to put it in his mouth, wrapping his tongue around his fingers until they were slippery with saliva once more. Kouichi's head tipped back slightly against the sheet as he stared at the ceiling, breath coming shorter as he moved his hand faster; the warm weight half across him was comforting even as the edges of pain came more strongly, two fingers now inside him. He jerked suddenly a little more upright as something inside thrilled with pleasure, only stopping from moving further by Shiro's body close against his; he moaned a little louder, a little more throaty as the sensation came again, his hand moving more frenzied against his own member, which was painfully hard in his grasp. He could hear Shiro's own panting breaths in his ear, the pinning hand gone now as one stroked himself in rhythm with the small movements his fingers made deep within Kouichi, using the mounting thrills of pleasure that fell from the mental bond to work out just where to move, until he got it perfectly. Kouichi's mouth opened slightly in a series of almost silent cries, his eyes unfocused as he drew closer and closer to the climax; Shiro stopped attending to himself, eyes fixed on Kouichi's face twisting in ecstasy as he finally came, body shuddering and cum spilling out between his fingers and across the sheet. The feedback was intense, and Shiro reared back, pulling his fingers away and tugging his hand back around his own erection, slightly dizzy from the aftershocks of mental pleasure, eyes half closed as he pushed himself towards that edge; he barely noticed as Kouichi knelt up awkwardly to press his body close, and let a mental touch slip deep into his mind. Shiro's breath was harsh in his throat, and Kouichi kissed his shoulder, arm going around him even as he tweaked the pleasure reflex deep in Shiro's mind. The shorter boy gasped, head flinging back as he moved his hand even faster, and when at last he came Kouichi held him still, keeping the mental touch strong, prolonging the absolute ecstasy that came with it, until Shiro slumped dizzily against him, face flushed and skin dripping with sweat.

 

They both collapsed back to lie on the sheet again, pulling each other close, sweat cooling slowly on bodies still exhausted and smeared in sweat and saliva and cum. Kouichi rested his head on Shiro's chest, listening to the strong heartbeat and feeling trusting fingers coming to wrap and twine in his hair, two people mixed in a tangle of limbs and sheet and the heavy warmth that hung in the air between them. A sleepy thought drifted towards him, and Kouichi smiled softly, closing his eyes.

 

Care/want/adore

Trust

I love you…

 

They'd get their homework done later.