Spiral Suiri No Kizuna Fan Fiction ❯ Checkmate ❯ One-Shot

“You're smiling, Little Narumi.”

 

The silence that had stretched between them a moment ago had been of comfortable concentration. Now, the younger boy's eyes drifted up from the mirrored surface of the chessboard curiously. He had still been distractedly making a move with his bishop when Eyes Rutherford spoke up. He straightened from over the chessboard, not wanting to admit that he'd lost focus of the game for a moment to let his mind wander. Letting the smile linger, he regarded the pianist with amused golden eyes.

 

“Maybe I already know how to beat you.”

 

A slender brow raised as Eyes's sapphire gaze drifted from the boy's face, to the board, and back again. He didn't look the least bit threatened by those words, and he certainly didn't seem convinced. “Not even I am that predictable, nor you that good at this game, that you could already have me won,” he replied, taking his turn to contemplate the board between them. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he raised an elegant hand to move his pawn, delicately plucking away the bishop that Ayumu had just moved. “Especially not if you're going to play like that.”

 

The Hope blinked down at what had just happened, and Eyes thought he might protest or admit his blunder, but the brunette only gave a seemingly indifferent shrug. Even he had enough pride to cover up the fact that he hadn't been thinking about the game at all when he moved his piece, but rather about earlier events of the day. Eyes didn't need to know that. “There is always a method to my madness.”

 

“Don't you dare feed me that bloody `melody of logic line' again, Ayu,” Eyes said, leaning back in his chair to let Ayumu figure out his next move.

 

It took a bit of self-control not to laugh at the musician's seemingly exasperated tone. “If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were insulting my sense of poetry.”

 

“Poetry?” Eyes snorted, looking uncharacteristically disgusted. It was how Ayumu knew that he was only being overdramatic. “It has no rhythm or rhyme.”

 

Ayumu pressed a hand to his chest as if the words had physically wounded him in his own turn to be melodramatic. “I'll have you know that those words make a damn good haiku, and haiku doesn't have to rhyme.”

 

Eyes only looked exasperated as he rolled his eyes. “It's no more a haiku than your brother is the tooth fairy,” he mocked with a shake of his silver hair.

 

“It is so. Count the syllables, asshole,” Ayumu muttered, crossing his arms.

 

“Five, seven, four,” Eyes responded without missing a beat, “and I see that Kousuke's vagrant vocabulary has rubbed off on you, you uncultured sloth. Your move.”

 

Ayumu looked for the shortest moment like he would snap back or quit the game, but after a moment, his expression faded into soft laughter. Such banter was commonplace between them behind closed doors, and it definitely made a quiet game of chess not quite so boring. He happily moved his next piece and sat back a little the way Eyes had, regarding the Blade Child with glittering eyes. “Speaking of my brother..”

 

“I'm almost afraid,” Eyes said, lifting his teacup while he pondered the board.

 

“He finally figured it out.”

 

For the great Kiyotaka Narumi, that could have meant many things, and Eyes knew that. He paused, glancing up again. “How to tie his shoes? How to walk and chew gum at the same time?”

 

Again, that quiet laughter that belonged to the younger Narumi brother sounded in the little room. “Us.”

 

Eyes almost choked on his tea, coughing a little and lowering the cup. His expression was a cross between disbelief and exasperation. “Just now? Kousuke is about as subtle as a freight train, and we've made no move to conceal our relationship. Kiyotaka has only just realized we are together?”

 

Ayumu seemed to derive some sort of twisted pleasure in the revelation. “You should have seen the look on his face, and Madoka smacked him good for being so dense. That woman is more abusive than Riku.”

“Blessed Mother, I didn't think he was that bad,” Eyes said, turning his gaze heavenward in a glance of long-suffering.

 

Any Blade Children who had known Kiyotaka were quite aware of his blinding intelligence.. coupled with a stunning lack of common sense. Subtle hints were an exercise in futility, and while he could find the tiniest clues of the most complicated puzzles, he had a hard time digesting what was right in front of his face. Such had been the case with Ayumu's shared relationship with Kousuke and Eyes, until recently, when there had been so many little details that added up to one huge brick that had hit Kiyotaka with the realization that his little brother wasn't quite single.

 

“You know that Kousuke would have had a field day, don't you?” Ayumu wondered, lifting his own tea to his lips, the game temporarily paused so that they could better revel in Kiyotaka's apparent obliviousness.

 

“Without a doubt,” Eyes agreed with a wry smirk, “he would have tormented Kiyotaka until he passed out.”

 

“I made his nose bleed.”

 

“He really is rubbing off on you, isn't he?”

 

Ayumu laughed a third time. “Trying to explain the bees and the bees to Kiyotaka isn't good for his health. Especially not when I'm the living example.”

 

“Please don't tell me he /asked/..” Eyes said, frowning.

 

“You know he did. Had to know if I was the.. catcher or pitcher.” Whether Ayumu smiled or not, his humour was clearly written in the way his amber eyes glittered mischievously. “I think he was trying to embarrass me, he wasn't expecting me to answer.”

 

Eyes looked wary. “What did you tell him?”

 

Ayumu shrugged. “The truth. `Depends on my mood, Oniisan',” he imitated with malicious glee. “'Sometimes catcher, sometimes pitcher.'” He relayed it in his soft, expressionless monotone, and Eyes had no doubt that it was exactly the way Ayumu had answered his brother.. as if he were talking about the weather or what he was making for dinner that night. “'And you can't imagine just how good it feels to be in the middle.'”

 

Eyes's normally ivory skin turned a bright pink. He was sure that Ayumu had known the power of those words, both to his brother and now to him, no matter what tone of voice he'd used. He swallowed and hid his expression behind his teacup.

 

Ayumu pretended he hadn't noticed. “That's when his nose started bleeding, and he begged me not to tell him anything else that would ruin the illusion that his precious little brother wasn't as innocent as he thought.” He had a calm, enigmatic expression on his face, obviously feeling as though the conversation were another victory over his brother. Madoka had found the entire situation hilarious.

 

“You are hardly innocent, Little Narumi,” Eyes scoffed, turning his nose up as if he had ever right to say so.

 

“Kind of hard to be after being involved with the Blade Children.”

 

Eyes felt a pang of guilt, and he didn't return his gaze to the brunette. Ayumu seemed to understand exactly what the musician was thinking, and he slid silently out of his chair, moving towards Eyes while the Blade Child was still immersed in his own thoughts of being at fault for what Ayumu had gone through. The younger Narumi brother hadn't meant it like that.

 

“Do you.. resent us for that?” Eyes asked, keeping his focus on something out the window. He didn't know why he was so afraid of the answer. He would have thought that if Ayumu disliked the aspects that brought them together, he wouldn't have stayed around as long as he had, but even the stoic Eyes was subject to his own insecurities.

 

“Don't be stupid, Rutherford,” Ayumu said sternly, as he only called Eyes by that when he thought he was being foolish.

 

Eyes finally moved his head to look at the Hope, only to find him kneeling before him, giving a half-hearted glare up in return. He couldn't help a little gasp of surprise; he hadn't even heard Ayumu move towards him while in his reverie. His lips parted as if he had intentions of replying, but he couldn't gather his thoughts quickly enough with the distance diminished between them.

 

Ayumu's hands rested on Eyes's thighs, sliding upward slowly. “I used to,” he admitted when a moment of silence had passed. “But I realized that not all of it was bad. I learned things about myself that I never would have without you.”

 

“About your orientation?” Eyes wondered feeling the warmth of Ayumu's touch through his dark jeans, and he had to take a steadying breath.

 

Ayumu made a face. “More than just my orientation,” he said with conviction, deft fingers tugging the end of Eyes's belt form the buckle with practiced ease. “About what it means to live, to be more than just a shadow.”

 

Eyes watched him, enraptured and fascinated at how easily Ayumu held his attention, made his heart pound faster in his chest. Kousuke had once compared him to a drug, one only needed a trace - a smell, a touch, a taste - and the addiction came. The more Eyes had of Ayumu, the more he was inclined to agree. The Hope made the thought of resistance the furthest thing from the Blade Child's mind, even as he bared warm flesh to the cool air. “Ayumu..”

 

“I'm done being reflective and poetic, Eyes,” the brunette murmured, nearly startling the pale boy when he wrapped his fingers around Eyes's soft cock. A shuddering breath was like a pleasing note of music to Ayumu, for he had no plans of withdrawing.

 

“Ayu.. your brother..”

 

“What about him? The door is closed, and Madoka has the day off. If he were as smart as you all give him credit for, he would be doing to her what I want you to do to me.” He pumped his hand slowly along Eyes's hardening shaft, marveling at how it came alive against his palm.

 

Eyes bit his lip to stifle an aroused groan, head going back a little as he gripped the arms of the chair. He didn't dare turn his gaze away, fixed on what his beloved was doing to him. “Oh.. God..”

 

“Not quite,” Ayumu chuckled softly, hovering over stiffening flesh, so close that Eyes would be able to feel the warm breath of his words and laughter. He flicked his tongue over the head, listening for any sign of protest. If the Englishman had one, it would be voiced now, for Ayumu had just made his intentions very clear. When Eyes instead growled and pumped his hips up to move into the heat of Ayumu's hand, the Hope smirked triumphantly.

 

Eyes only had a moment to see that, combined with the intense look of hungry, honey-coloured eyes before Ayumu lowered his head. The older boy bit back another moan as he watched and felt soft lips close around the tip of his cock, and his reality swam as a hot tongue swirled over smooth skin. Breath ragged now, Eyes pushed his hips up again, wanting more of the wet heat around him. He recognized a slight chuckle by the way Ayumu thrummed around his flesh.

 

Without any warning at all, Ayumu granted Eyes's unspoken request, descending upon his erection to swallow it nearly whole. In the moments that he took to relax his throat, he carefully breathed the Blade Child's scent.. leather, sandalwood, and strength. One hand stayed on Eyes's leg, the other dropping between his own. He was not surprised to find himself already half-erect. His arousal had begun the moment his words had caused Eyes to flush. Quickly undoing the fastening of his jeans, he tugged the zipper down and started writhing to get out of them. His work took a slight pause as he pushed them off his hips and his hand found its way around his own length. He started pumping the shaft in time with the way his head bobbed up and down in Eyes's lap. His skin felt hot, almost too hot, face reddened as his desire rose with the flesh in his hand and mouth.

 

Eyes slid pale, shaking fingers into Ayumu's hair, grasping the soft strands tightly, pulling him back a little as his control started to crumble. He had begun thrusting his hips in earnest now, gently fucking Ayumu's mouth for as long as the brunette let him. “Ayu..!” he moaned, his back arched away from the chair while he tried to keep his head from falling back, watching the boy. “I.. I'm..” He tried to warn his beloved of the swift climax that started to crawl through him from the groin outward. The fine tremble to his slender body betrayed what words wouldn't come.

 

Ayumu teased the length in his mouth only a minute or two longer, not wanting to end it so quickly. He had other plans. “Not yet,” he hissed breathlessly, running his tongue from base to tip, his senses drinking in the loud moan that followed the action.

 

The soft sound of nails clawing fabric could be heard as Eyes's fingers clenched the arms of the chair, and he groaned. Half of it was disappointment, the other half anticipation. He knew that Ayumu was not so cruel to just leave him like this, and the fact that he hadn't finished him meant there was more.

 

/..he would be doing to her what I want you to do to me../

 

Eyes had only truly processed that in the moments after Ayumu pulled back, and he now watched with half-lidded sapphire eyes as the other stood up before him. The undone pants now slid down Ayumu's legs, revealing evidence of the other boy's desire. The musician moved forward, meaning to return the favour, licking his lips almost hungrily. He was abruptly stopped by a firm hand to the chest, which pushed him back into the chair. Startled, Eyes didn't put up much of a fight as Ayumu climbed onto him, knees braced on either side of the Blade Child, now hovering over him with a sneaky smile. As rarely as it happened, Eyes had to honestly admit that he liked it when Ayumu took the lead. It had taken quite some time and a combined effort for him and Kousuke to bring the Hope out of his shell, to teach him that he had just as much control over what they did as the other two.

 

The cunning smile softened into something else entirely as Ayumu cupped Eyes's cheek in one warm hand. “As much as I love it when you do that, I need something more,” he murmured, leaning down to capture the pianist's mouth with his own. The kiss was long and deep, the two of them delving into one of their most favourite means of affection. Kousuke was often treated to the sight of spontaneous make-out sessions, the likes of which the redhead had never complained about. Ayumu had more in mind than to just kiss Eyes, also giving him the chance to calm enough so that he wouldn't lose himself so soon once the brunette joined them.

 

When it seemed as if the kiss had rendered them breathless, that was when Eyes felt Ayumu pull away. Once more, their gazes met in an understanding that needed no words. Warm hands braced themselves Eyes's chest, and he covered them with his own as he let the boy do as he wished. He watched while slender hips slowly descended upon him, and then his world started to blur at the edges again. Ayumu's body slowly took him in, walls tight and hot, gripping him in such a way that his breath caught once more in a soft gasp.

 

Ayumu knew that the entry wouldn't be completely painless, but he'd done enough to ensure that what pain was had wouldn't last very long. He felt Eyes begin to fill him, and he moaned loudly, not really caring anymore if Kiyotaka or even Madoka heard him. He wanted.. no, /needed/ Eyes, and he ensured he got it, continuing to impale himself on his lover's length until he was hilt deep. The sting of the penetration had already begun to fade, and he leaned down again to press a kiss to Eyes's lips. His arms wound their way around strong shoulders, and he buried his face against the pale throat. “Take me,” he whispered. “Please.”

 

A shiver wracked Eyes's body as those words provoked a fiery rush through his veins. He embraced Ayumu tightly, as if he never wanted the brunette to let go. “As you wish, Ayu,” he purred softly, leaving kisses against the other boy's temple and cheek. Then his hands were moving first, one to settle at Ayumu's hips, the other sliding between them. He used the first to hold Ayumu to him as he started to rock his hips. No matter how much Eyes wanted to take him, how deep or how fast, his first thrusts into Ayumu's body never failed to be gentle. He snuck his other hand beneath Ayumu's shirt, pinching lightly at his nipples until they hardened, pleased to feel a shudder and hear a soft moan flutter against his throat.

 

Once Ayumu had adjusted to the feel of Eyes within him once more, he started to move in counterpoint to his lover's thrusts, a way of letting him know he could handle more and help return some of the pleasure to Eyes. He dared to let out soft cries of pleasure as he felt Eyes increase his pace. He hadn't wanted to tell the musician that the chess game he instigated was merely a diversion. After Kiyotaka's reaction, he had thought to not make his brother any more uncomfortable by doing such `unmentionable' things while his brother was in range. But he soon found that holding back just made the desire that much harder to control, and now he didn't care if his brother heard or saw. Of course, he would be embarrassed, yet it was something he was willing to handle for the sake of having Eyes with him, in him like this. His concentration had been shot from the start.

 

Eyes's own moans were soft, every so often he'd breathe Ayumu's name in a husky voice. He clutched at the younger boy's body as he drove himself into the tight heat again and again. His eyes were mere slits of midnight blue that couldn't tear from the sight of the Hope riding him just as desperately as he felt. As the brunette arched his back, more room was made between them for him to lower his touch even further, grasping at the straining length that had been trapped in the heat of their bodies. A satisfied moan rumbled in his throat as he felt Ayumu's body jerk and tighten in reaction to the added sensation, surprised by the feel of teeth against his neck as the brunette tried to stifle his cries. Skilled fingers tightened around the dripping flesh, thumb rubbing over where the moisture had gathered, Ayumu's skin so drawn and sensitive that the movement alone dragged another desperate sound from him. Eyes was sure that he'd have a mark where Ayumu's teeth dug in. Teasing done, he began pumping Ayumu in time with his movements, his hand as tight as Ayumu's walls seemed to grip him.

 

“Eyes!” the boy whimpered, lapping at the marks he left behind, and pressing wet kisses against it. “Please don't stop..! So.. good..! His fingertips pressed into Eyes's shoulders, pleasure spreading from between his legs outward. Even after all this time, it still overwhelmed him, his sensitivity to the things that Eyes and Kousuke could do to his body always intense. He was torn between thrusting back harder on Eyes's cock or pumping up into his hand. He settled for both, bracing himself against the other to ride him in earnest, his head tipping back.

 

Eyes let him do what he liked, finding that those eager movements only heightened the shared pleasure, and he changed his pace to match Ayumu's, already knowing he was getting close again. It didn't take much at all when he was with Ayumu or Kousuke. “God.. Ayumu..!” he groaned. “Come for me, Ayu..” he growled, taking his turn to nip at the brunette's throat.

 

Ayumu didn't have to answer to it, his body already responding to Eyes's, the way they moved against each other, the feel of his lover's mouth on his neck. The world condensed until it was only the two of them, clawing desperately for each other, for a height of pleasure they could only reach like this. He choked out the Blade Child's name, clinging tightly as the orgasm took him, body shuddering and clenching around Eyes.

 

The silver-haired boy hadn't quite been taken by surprise, but the squeeze of Ayumu's body made him cry out unexpectedly, skin tingling with echoing pleasure. That alone was enough to pull him down as well, giving a few last hard thrusts before he buried himself deeply into Ayumu's body. The growl of the brunette's name was almost primal as he embraced the boy tightly to him, both of them shuddering against one another until everything seemed to go silent.

 

Outside, a thud could be heard at the door.

 

Ayumu couldn't help it. He started laughing, so hard that he had to once more muffle the sound in Eyes's neck.

 

The Blade Child rolled his eyes. “That's what he gets for listening at the door.”

“I told you I would win,” Ayumu said with a victorious smile against Eyes's skin. “Checkmate.”

 

“Checkmate indeed, Ayu.” Eyes just smiled and shook his head.