Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A Domino Effect ❯ A Not So Romantic Getaway ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Kagemihari 
Honda catches up with Ryuuji, after his hasty exit from the tournament...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.28.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.9K | Visits: 671 | Status: Work In Progress
Honda catches up with Ryuuji, after his hasty exit from the tournament...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.28.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.9K | Visits: 671 | Status: Work In Progress
Warnings: PWP, lemon, humor, some OOC, bits of fluff, swearing
Pairing: this chapter, Honda/Otogi (Tristan/Duke); also Bakura/Ryou, Yami/Yuugi, eventual Kaiba/Jou
Disclaimer: Yugioh and all characters belong to Kazuki Takahashi. I'm not making any money on this, trust me. -_-
Kyahh! This is soooo late! -_- I am very sorry. ^^;;; To everyone who left comments and reviews or emailed me, thank you!! ^^ You make my day--hell, you made my year. Thank you so much for your patience--it is due to knowing that so many were waiting on it that this chapter got written at all. Thanks especially to those of you who asked repeatedly when it would be finished. I was not expecting to get nearly the kind of response I got to the first chapter, which is partly why this chapter took so long; I hadn't even begun to work on it. ^^;;
Thanks to samurai-ashes for betaing! *smooch* ^__^
Note: I have issues with these boys' names--the two of them got screwed both in Japanese and English, I feel. -_- Tristan is nice enough, but Taylor is annoyingly--and unnecessarily--alliterative. Duke is just wrong, although I kind of like Devlin. The Japanese versions are almost worse--can one find a less attractive name than 'Otogi'? I have yet to see one. Consequently, I'm somewhat erratic in how I refer to them. I used the family names in the first chapter, but since I simply can't write smut using the name Otogi, I have for the most part settled on Honda and Ryuuji here. There are a few exceptions in direct adress, using Honda's given name, Hiroto, or sometimes Hiro, since I think Ryuuji is the kind of guy that would shorten it. ^_~
This chapter picks up directly after the end of the last one--actually, a little before it. "quotes" signifies speech, 'single quotes' is thoughts.
soundtrack for this chapter: Billy Joel - For the Longest Time, Jakaranda - Never Let You Go
Chapter 2: A Not So Romantic Getaway
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Ryuuji sighed as he heard Honda's voice behind him. 'Great, just great.' He swung around with a determinedly pleasant smile--well, okay, it was more of a challenging smirk--on his face.
"Go ahead, deck me. I deserve it."
Honda frowned. He had an abominably cute frown.
"I'm not going to deck you," he said cautiously. "I just have a few questions."
'I just bet you do, love,' Ryuuji thought darkly. He raised a sardonic eyebrow at the young man. The gorgeous young man, who was currently standing close enough to touch if he reached out...
Honda looked away, somewhat embarrassed. "I--did you mean what you said?" he asked in a rush. "H-how long...have you..." he trailed off, uncertain what he was trying to ask, or say.
Ryuuji groaned inwardly. The embarrassment was the ultimate cuteness. He was blushing! So damn adorable! Oh god, he wanted kiss the man so badly.... um, Honda had asked him a question. "Hell yeah, almost since I met you," he answered decisively. 'Still do,' he thought fervently, 'I want to, I want to, I want to...'
He studied Honda's face, a bit impatiently, wondering what else he could possibly want to say that would not just make things more awkward. Wishing he would hurry up and get it over with because this was sheer torture! Standing here this close, talking to him all alone...no one around...nothing but his own sense of honor to stop him from-- He stopped that train of thought right there. 'Come on, love, just leave it be, alright? Just let it go...' He really did not want to stand here and talk about this for one more instant, no matter how decent Honda was being about it.
Honda took a deep breath, meeting his eyes again. They were such warm brown eyes....a guy could drown in those eyes. Kind of uncertain eyes, at the moment, Honda was hesitating over what he was going to say-- 'don't say it, love, just don't say anything, you don't have to be kind...and hell no, don't apologize...'
"I---I've been wanting you forever."
Vivid green eyes blinked in shock. Ryuuji just stared at him for nearly a full minute. Then he covered his face with his hands.
"You've got to be kidding," he muttered. "Must be kidding, you can't be..." He dropped his hands and raised his face to look imploringly at Honda. " Please tell me you're joking."
Honda grinned, just slightly--a wry expression. He shook his head.
Ryuuji groaned loudly in disbelief and smacked himself on the head. "Hiroto--do you mean to tell me that we just wasted several months that we could have spent snogging and shagging and scandalizing our friends?"
Honda nodded gravely, though his eyes held sparks of laughter. Damn sexy sparks of laughter. Asshole. "Looks that way," he replied, contritely.
Ryuuji looked to the skies for patience, or perhaps for justice. He mock-glared at Honda. "You better make this up to me, Honda-kun," he warned.
Honda looked startled for a moment, then a slow grin spread across his features. "What did you have in mind?" he asked thoughtfully.
Ryuuji finally gave into the desperate desire to reach out and touch...just touch...He rested a hand on Honda's shoulder, stepping close until they were inches apart. What did he have in mind? Oh, so many things, but-- "To begin with..."
' I want to kiss you, I've always wanted to kiss you and if I don't do it now I think I may go insane.' He tilted his head just slightly, leaned forward just barely, and with a tiny sigh of relief, touched his lips to Honda's tempting mouth. Honda responded immediately, as if he'd rather been wanting to do that himself--and quite badly by the looks of it. His hand came up to tangle in Ryuuji's black hair, pulling him closer and returning the kiss with fierce hunger.
Somehow, Ryuuji couldn't remember how, but his other hand ended up on Honda's waist and their bodies were pressed together, tightly, as if by sheer force of heated will they could be made to stick. The thought flickered through his mind that if this continued, here, stickiness would become a real concern. Honda's hands were making distracting patterns on his back and shoulders--he shivered, his groan lost in wet heat of his lover's mouth. He was trying to think here! He broke the kiss, ignoring Honda's moan of protest at the interruption.
"That was just for starters," Ryuuji informed him, a sly grin pulling at his lips. "As for the rest..." The grin became positively wicked. "Can you spend the night?"
The answering grin on Honda's face, and the ardent spark which lit his eyes told him all he needed to know. But, "It's still only late afternoon," he said by way of mock protest.
The green eyes danced, teasing. "So we can get an early start," Ryuuji answered, with a last sensual rub of his hips against the other boy's groin. "Much as I'd love to continue this discussion right here on the street, it wouldn't be very comfortable for either of us, babe." Reluctantly he pulled away, tugging Honda's elbow and turning them both as they started up the street. ' And we might get arrested,' he thought with a mixture of regret and wry amusement.
Affecting to sound dazed, Honda muttered, "Street? Whaaat...? I didn't know we were on the street...." He looked around, wide-eyed, as if he had just now realized the location where they were having their...heated discussion.
Ryuuji rolled his eyes. "That's funny, Honda, that's very funny," he said dryly.
"I thought so," Honda answered, grinning finally.
Releasing his grip on the brunette's elbow, Ryuuji cuffed the back of his head, then wrapped an arm around him as they walked.
"We need to educate your sense of humor," he told him.
The tall, lanky boy shrugged. "Where are we going?" he asked, disinterestedly. Not that it mattered much...
"To my place, unless yours is closer?"
Honda shook his head. "Nooo-o, but--" He stopped - and by god, if he didn't look faintly embarrassed.
Was he maybe going to suggest...surely not... "No-o but what, baby?" Ryuuji looked at him sideways, intrigued, noticing as he did so that Honda's attractive face was very close when they were thus entwined. He could just lean over and taste--
"Don't tell Jou I told you about this, alright?" Now Honda sounded embarrassed; or at least, uncomfortable.
"Okay," Ryuuji agreed, curious now. What did Jou have to do with anything? A faint flicker of jealousy flared, although he knew that the two of them were not involved like that. He'd seen for himself the way Jou's eyes followed Seto Kaiba around, and he could put two and two together. Although perhaps they had fooled around at some point, since neither of them had who they really wanted...his arm tightened possessively around Honda's waist. 'Mine now,' he thought, 'all mine, and don't you forget it.'
He had almost forgotten that he was waiting for an explanation when Honda stopped walking and looked around, getting his bearings; then he put his own arm around Ryuuji and guided him in a different direction, turning at the corner. He spoke hesitantly, glancing sideways occasionally as he explained. "Jou and I--well, sometimes he'd rather not sleep at home, you know what I mean?"
Ryuuji did know what he meant--he'd seen bruises on Jou before, and suddenly the discomfort made sense. "Aa," he answered simply, trying not to read too much into the statement. He was not jealous.
He sighed inwardly. Okay, he was jealous. Not that he had any right to be--after all, he could have said something a long time ago, but no...he'd been so sure that Honda would never look at him that way. He was a damned idiot, and damn lucky that he'd been wrong and found out that he was wrong. Next time he saw Ryou he was going to kiss him--nah, maybe just glomp him with a flying tackle. Or maybe, just thank him profusely for being such a little slut. But god....he wished it hadn't taken so long, that they hadn't both been so goddamn stupid...he was jealous.
Honda was giving him an amused look. "You're jealous," he observed.
'You're a fucking genius, love,' Ryuuji griped to himself. He muttered briefly under his breath. "I am not jealous," he stated stubbornly. Admitting it to himself was one thing; admitting it to Honda, quite another. And it was disconcerting that the other boy could read him that well, so easily. Unconsciously his grip tightened on Honda's waist again, but he didn't seem to mind.
"It's not like that," Honda continued, ignoring him--still sounding so goddamn amused. Ryuuji fumed silently.
"I don't care," he said, trying to sound as if he didn't care. He didn't think he succeeded very well. "It's none of my business." Maybe if he said that enough times, he could convince himself.
Honda snickered, trying not to laugh outright, and continued his explanation. "He used to come stay at my house sometimes when his dad--when he just needed a place to stay, but then we'd get awkward questions from my parents. Jou's an independent kind of guy, and he didn't want any pity or misguided help from well-meaning adults--it generally just made the situation worse." He shrugged. "So we made ourselves a little hideout in the woods at the back of the park, and he used to sleep there sometimes. Still does, I think. There are sleeping bags and a little food, things like that. It's not the most comfortable place on earth, and rather small, but it had plenty of room for the two of us."
Honda turned and nuzzled his neck, affectionately, murmuring as he did so, "But really, we're friends, that's all. That's all we've ever been." His tongue darted out to lap at the sensitive spot below the earlobe, then he took the lobe in his teeth and nibbled at it, delicately. The tiny prickles of sensation went skittering down Ryuuji's spine like a fever. He gave a sharp intake of breath, his steps faltering, and he half turned into the touch, his own hand drifting down on Honda's backside...their progress halted altogether for a couple of long minutes as they shared an intense, desperate kiss.
Honda broke away finally, smirking slightly, and Ryuuji glared at him from under half-lidded eyes. "How far away is this place, anyway?" he demanded, the effect of his annoyance somewhat ruined by the huskiness of his voice.
"Couple of blocks," Honda responded, the faint smirk still on his face.
Ryuuji groaned softly. "Let's go, then," he said through his teeth. "You better hurry, baby, and I am not kidding." He still had a handful of Honda's ass, and he squeezed lightly, a threat and a promise.
Honda didn't bother to respond to that, but he did shiver and quicken his steps in the direction of the park. Ryuuji could see it now, and he wondered just where this place of theirs was.
"Ano...Hiro--what exactly does this hideout of yours look like?" He was dubious as to the comfort and relative privacy of this place. Not that it mattered...he was having enough trouble waiting until they reached it, that he knew he never would have made it all the way home. He shuddered with need, feeling Honda's body heat seeping into him all up and down his side as he pressed against him.
Honda shuddered in response, but avoided the question. "You'll see," he answered vaguely. That was not reassuring. His hand had slipped beneath Ryuuji's shirt and was caressing the skin of his back in lazy, circling, arousing strokes. That was damn not reassuring!
They had reached the park, winding through the scattered people and biking paths, footsteps leaving quickly vanishing imprints in the thick grass. Ryuuji didn't come here often, and he didn't recall any woods--they were apparently heading for a grove of trees which, Ryuuji thought, might be nearly big enough to justify Honda's calling it that. Ryuuji hoped that there was more to this hideout than just the cover of trees. He would rather not get busted for having sex in a public park, no matter how fun it might be.
Regardless, though, they were definitely having sex. As soon as possible, preferably now. Five minutes ago, even. There was no way in hell he was letting go of Honda without a damn good fucking, and no, it could definitely not wait until they found a more appropriate place. If this place didn't have enough cover, they would just have to get busted; screw the cops and screw the rules, because he had to screw his boyfriend or he was going to spontaneously combust.
Honda chuckled, as if he knew what Ryuuji was thinking, a small, wicked, sexy sound that made Ryuuji's groin hurt. "Dammit, Hiro," he growled.
"Almost there," Honda answered mock-soothingly, tracing a hand over the bare skin of his back again. "Come on." He said come, oh god, he said come...with just the slightest emphasis on that word--or was that Ryuuji's imagination?
'I'm going to kill him,' Ryuuji thought darkly. ' No, I'm going to fuck him first, and *then* kill him.'
They were out of sight in the trees now, and Honda paused again, looking around. "Right over...there..." He led the way toward a low rocky hill on the other side of a tiny clearing, searching along the base of it until he found what he was looking for--a small opening in the rocks, nearly hidden by brush and a half fallen tree.
Ryuuji eyed it dubiously. "Is that...what I think it is?" He was slightly claustrophobic, and that entrance looked awfully small. He doubted the interior was much larger.
Honda was smirking again. "It's a cave, yes, but I'd appreciate it if you stayed relatively civilized. Or would you like for me to drag you in by the hair?" He wound his fingers in Ryuuji's hair as he spoke, twining through and closing his hand around a soft fistful of black curls.
Ryuuji threw him a brief, irritated glance. "Fuck you," he snapped. He hated when people teased him about his hair.
Unfazed and unrepentant, the other boy tugged the ponytail loose of its fastenings, shrugging as the raven locks tumbled down. "That was the idea, yes," Honda agreed blandly. He ran his fingers through the now free hair, wrapping it in his hand and stroking it gently.
Heat rolled over Ryuuji again like a tide, irritation and doubts vanishing at the calmly suggestive words. Who the hell cared where it was? It was a place where they would be safely out of sight enough for him to get naked--and more importantly, to get Honda naked, and suddenly he wasn't going to waste one more second standing here and debating it.
Tugging his hair free of Honda's loose grip, he ducked toward the entrance, dragging the tall boy behind him. They tumbled through more or less together, into a small, dusty, but dry little cave. It wasn't quite big enough to stand upright in, and they had to duck their heads slightly. It was small, very small, but there were two sleeping bags on the floor, as promised, and that was all Ryuuji cared about right now.
His hands were already working feverishly at the buttons of his constricting jeans--his bloody tight jeans, god....He watched Honda strip off his shirt with a kind of transfixed state of shock, licking his lips as the hard toned body was revealed. ' Oh my god...' He was still having trouble believing this was really happening, that the unconscious sex god he'd wanted for so long actually wanted him too. Honda raised an eyebrow at him, and he realized that he had frozen, motionless, with his hand in his pants as he watched.
He flushed, grimacing, and quickly pulled his own shirt off and tossed it to the side. He kicked his shoes in the general direction of the entrance, as Honda had done, and froze again, holding his breath, as Honda shoved his jeans down and stepped out of them. He swallowed hard. ' Holy fuck...shit...' Lust was clouding his brain, and he couldn't form a single coherent thought other than a litany of ' So fine, god, so damn hot, I want you now! Now, now, now...' The word beat in his brain, and he watched, mesmerized, as Honda moved toward him, sauntering suggestively, head tilted to one side to avoid the low roof of the cave. Oh, that was sexy! 'Want you NOW!' But he couldn't move.
Honda's smirk was back, as he took in the stunned, lust-filled look on his lover's face, and he came over and pushed Ryuuji's hands away. "I think you need some help with those, love," he purred, his voice sending little shocks of pleasure through Ryuuji's already overloaded system.
He let Honda pull him close, pressing their bodies together, and even through the denim, the friction was nearly unbearable as Honda's weeping cock rubbed against his hardness. He closed his eyes, tilting his head, and Honda's hands slipped down the back of his jeans, cradling and caressing his ass as he thrust sharply against him. He heard a moan and decided vaguely that it was his, but it didn't seem to matter much...he was too lost in the delicious sensations as Honda pulled his jeans down and their bodies met, skin to skin, pressed together from chest to hip to knee. Rippling sensations of shock and pleasure rolled over him, and he clutched the tall boy's hips in a fierce grip.
Honda was nibbling on his neck, one hand tangled in his hair again--with some bemusement, he realized that Honda really had a thing for his hair. He would have to remember that. If he could remember anything, at all, other than this unbelievable heady feeling of bliss as Honda's naked cock rubbed against his own. Someone moaned again and this time he was pretty sure it was himself. He moved forward, kicking his jeans aside, and dragged Honda down onto the sleeping bags. God, he'd dreamed about this for so long....his fantasy come to life, and he just prayed to all the gods that it was for real this time. If he woke up now and found it was just a dream, it would damn near kill him, he thought.
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Ryuuji turned his head and fastened his mouth on Honda's again, kissing him deeply as he pushed him down on the mat. His tongue explored the inside of Honda's mouth, delighting in the hot velvety texture of it, while his hands explored the enticing expanse of skin, the hot, hard, sexy body. Honda's own hands wandered over his back, his arms, his rear, caressing, arousing, kindling pinpricks of fire and ice everywhere they touched.
The kiss broke for air at last, both of them gasping. They held each other's gaze for a moment, green fire meeting liquid brown desire. Ryuuji concentrated on breathing--since at this point that took conscious thought--and let the thrill and wonder of this moment, the stuff of fantasies become reality, sweep over and through him. He shuddered. His hands kept moving, lightly stroking, unable to stop touching even for a moment. 'I can't believe it, I've needed you for so long, I can't believe this is really happening. I need you so bad.' His hands closed convulsively on the strong arms, and he pulled the other boy close and buried his face against his neck.
He felt a kiss pressed against his hair, and the strong brown hands wandered up and down his body, learning him by heart in the semi-darkness of the cave. The air should have been cool, it should have chilled their naked skin, but all he could feel was the heat of his own blood burning in his veins like lava, and the radiating furnace of the hard body pinned beneath his own. His grip tightened, fiercely possessive. 'I'll never let you go. You're mine.' He was almost overwhelmed by the intense need to have, to keep, to take and mark the other as his.
And suddenly it occured to him that there had been a major oversight here. "Hiro," he said, and his voice came out low and rough, making his lover bite back a moan as he answered, "Yeah?"
Ryuuji released him, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on one elbow. He admired the sight of Honda lying there with flushed skin and swollen lips, the slanted brown eyes glittering with desire. ' Damn gorgeous' , he thought, as he continued, "I don't suppose you'd happen to have any lube around here? Unlike some people, I don't actually carry it as a matter of course."
Honda laughed, a deep throaty chuckle, and the sound of it feathered over his skin like teasing fingertips. Ryuuji shivered.
"We'll have to do something about that," Honda decided, shooting a sly look at him. Damn that was sexy--not just the look, but the implications had him aching with need.
"Hiroto," he said warningly, narrowing his eyes.
Honda laughed again, obviously pleased with the effects of his teasing. "Let me see what I can find," he said, getting up and crawling over to the corner where the supplies were stashed. Smooth skin rippled over the muscles of his ass and thighs as he moved, and Ryuuji sat up, reaching, then his brain caught up and he restrained himself. 'Down, boy...damn it....'
He tried to distract himself. Drawing up one knee he wrapped an arm around it, resting his chin there. What was Honda looking at? A few packs and boxes of various sizes were sitting there, and Honda was rummaging though them, hopefully to find some kind of lubrication. Ryuuji didn't allow himself to speculate on what might happen if he didn't find anything. 'Kamisama, no, please, please...let him find something, anything...I can't wait any longer.'
He twirled a strand of his loose hair around a slender finger, his eyes narrowing intently, focused, as if the success of Honda's search depended on his own control and concentration. Maybe it did. Green peeked through half-closed eyelashes as he watched Honda's tempting ass, and he bit his lip, hard, hoping the tiny flash of pain might put a momentary dent in his desire. He'd waited this long, he thought resolutely, he could wait a couple more minutes--barely. 'But god...he looks good enough to eat.'
The very idea sent another rush of blood thundering through his body, and he hissed through his teeth. The strain of holding himself back was getting painful. He reached down to take his cock in hand with a firm grip, easing the unbearable ache slightly with slow, soothing strokes.
Honda threw a knowing smirk over his shoulder when he heard the noise, and Ryuuji glared at him with barely leashed impatience. " Now , Hiro," he hissed.
Honda looked like he might be amused. "In a minute, baby; you really don't want me to come back without finding something."
Ryuuji snorted, unable to refute the logic of that, but not happy about it. His hand had quickened in it pace, and he forced himself to slow it--he was too close to the edge to risk that. He seethed almost audibly with frustration as he waited for the other boy to find what he was looking for.
Honda was definitely amused. "Is there steam coming out of your ears yet?" he teased.
The green eyes narrowed, abandoning the ineffectual glare in favor of cool calculation. "No," Ryuuji answered in a low, seductive tone, "but there's steam rising from every inch of your hot body, babe, and I can feel the heat from here. I want to touch you everywhere, baby. I want to set you on fire like you've done to me." His voice was husky, sultry with promise and intent.
Honda stifled a groan, but he couldn't hide the powerful shudder the words gave him. "You already have, babe," he gasped.
Ryuuji smirked, feeling a little more in control of things. "Just find something. Doesn't matter what. One way or another, I am going to fuck your ass today." He grinned, a feral expression that was both arrogant and dangerous.
"Ahh, god--stop it!" Honda groaned. "You have any idea how hard you're making it to think here?" He sat back on his heels, breathing hard, and held up a bottle, squinting at it in the dimness.
"I still can't believe that you're as hot for me as I've been for you all this time," he said distractedly.
"Believe it, sexy," Ryuuji snarled, still annoyed at the reminder of the time they had wasted. His hand dropped to curl into a fist on the ground, feeling the blood pounding in his veins as he clenched his fingers. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "God, lover, you're killing me here..."
Honda was scrutinizing the ingredients of the bottle in his hand. "Ha! this might work...I think..."
"It works, it works, just give it to me and get your gorgeous hot ass back over here!"
Honda handed it back over his shoulder, laughing at him again. Ryuuji glanced at the label briefly before squeezing a liberal amount into his cupped hand. Sunscreen lotion, eh. He wrinkled his shapely nose at the smell--vanilla? But it didn't matter-- 'oh, ye gods'... He stared.
Looking back, Honda caught a glimpse of green slanted eyes going wide in the elfin face, as he slowly and suggestively backed up, still on his hands and knees. Deliberately he accentuated the sway of his hips, and Ryuuji's breathing grew loud and harsh.
"Goddamn, you're such a tease!" he ground out. "I need to touch you, dammit, get over here now!"
Pouting, Honda did as he was told. Ryuuji eyed the pout in disbelief. What the fuck? He shook his head; not an expression he would have expected from tough-guy Honda--it was weird, but at the same time...damn was it sexy. Honda propped himself on his elbows beside the raven-haired boy, and Ryuuji draped himself over his back, needing the contact. 'Need you need you need you, want you so bad...' He nuzzled the join of Honda's neck and shoulder, lapping at it with his tongue, eliciting a shiver. With one well-slicked finger he teased the tight entrance, making the other boy jerk, then give a shuddering sigh. Not used to this, then.
"Ever done this before?" he murmured.
"No," Honda moaned, "Jou and I...fooled around a bit, jerked each other off a few times, you know...but not like...this--ah, shit!" Honda's breath caught sharply, and Ryuuji smiled smugly to himself. But he no longer had the patience to prolong his own teasing. He pressed a kiss on Honda's shoulder, and carefully inserted the finger, sliding it in all the way to the base in a single smooth stroke.
Honda let out a hiss between his teeth, then after a moment, a breathless laugh.
"You alright, baby?" Ryuuji slid his finger in and out a few times, gently probing at the vise grip of the passage. Holy shit, he was tight!
"Yeah--feels...good. Feels strange." Honda said wonderingly, his voice still holding a note of breathless laughter.
Ryuuji gave him a minute to get used to the feeling, tracing his toungue over his neck and shoulder. ' Mmm, he tastes good....' Lust surged to the forefront again, almost overriding his concern, and he was finding it very, very difficult to take his time here...but if this was Honda's first time, it was going to be good, and that meant going slow. "Okay?" he asked.
Honda nodded. Ryuuji withdrew his finger and frowned at it; next time, he was going to make sure they had proper lubrication, if he did have to start carrying it with him. And there was definitely going to be a next time, many next times, in fact. With a fresh application of sunscreen, he slid two fingers in past the knuckle, earning a shuddering gasp from his lover.
He raised his head, concerned. "Hurt, baby?"
There was a short silence. "N-nno--no, it's okay."
"Sure?" he asked, warningly. His own legs were starting to shake with tension, need and desire and emotional strain all taking their toll as he managed to hold himself in check for just a little longer. All he really wanted to do was thrust himself into that sweet ass without further delay and pound him into oblivion--but he was going to be a gentleman, even if it killed him. "You tell me if it hurts, you hear?"
"It's okay."
Taking his word for it, Ryuuji scissored his fingers back and forth, stretching and loosening. It was unbelievably tight; he refused to allow himself to even think about how heavenly it would feel...no, he wasn't going to go there, or he would definitely lose it. At last, slowly, he inserted a third finger.
"Ahh!--hnnn....o-okay..." Honda groaned, resting his head on his arms. After a moment, "It's good, I'm good, come on, do it!" He rocked, thrusting back against Ryuuji's fingers, trying to get more friction.
"I don't want to hurt you--this is supposed to feel good." Ryuuij pumped the wedge of his fingers a few more times for emphasis.
"It does, it does," Honda gasped. "Oh man....shit...oh shit ..." he breathed.
Ryuuji laughed softly. "Gooood..." He withdrew his fingers and prepared himself with the remaining lotion. Honda collapsed on his back beside him, feeling oddly empty and needing that sense of warm fullness back, and the sooner the better.
For the first time, he looked a bit uncertain. "What should I do?"
Rather than answer, Ryuuji traced a hand down the inside of Honda's thigh and under his knee, tugging gently. Honda spread his legs wide, bending his knees, exposing himself completely to Ryuuji's appreciative gaze. Warm golden skin stretched smoothly over the well defined muscles of his chest and abdomen, rippling with his ragged breathing. His swollen cock stood at attention, purple at the tip; the rosy pucker of his entrace was just visible below it, between the smooth delicious curves of his ass. Ryuuji couldn't breathe. "Oh gods, baby, you are beautiful."
The warm brown eyes blinked in surprise, and sudden vulnerability. "You think so?"
"Ohhh, yeah!" he answered, fervently. He positioned himself at the tight entrance, and stroked a reassuring hand over the tense stomach muscles. "Relax, love," he murmured, leaning down to taste the fine sheen of sweat that covered the golden skin. Catching one of the hard nipples with his teeth, he bit down gently, then licked it soothingly, circling it with his tongue. He wrapped one hand around the proud cock, stroking it unhurriedly, teasing the slit at the tip with his finger. The other boy moaned, gradually relaxing as pleasure washed through him.
"That's it, baby," Ryuuji whispered, "take it easy." Releasing Honda's cock he used both hands to brace himself over his lover's body, moving as slowly as he could manage as he entered him, carefully pushing past the tight ring of muscle. Finding Honda's mouth, he kissed him hard as his length slid home. ' Oh sweet fucking Christ...' He broke the kiss with a loud groan, forcing himself to stillness.
"Jesus, love...oh, baby...fffuck..." He let his breath out in a long, slow exhalation of sheer bliss. He just didn't have words to express how good it felt, to have that heated channel gripping his throbbing cock; so incredibly tight! 'Christ....' Placing his hands on the ground on either side of Honda's head, he looked into the soft brown eyes, dazed just now with shock and pleasure. "Hurt yet?" he asked tenderly.
"N-no...still--" Honda took a deep, shuddering breath, "still.... good. " He sounded wondering, content.
"Yeah," Ryuuji sighed in agreement, closing the last few inches between them to kiss him softly. The kiss quickly became something fierce and heated, tongues meeting in a hot wet wrestling match, and Honda's hands were fisted in his hair again. Ryuuji groaned into the kiss, deep and aching.
"Baby, I need to..." he gasped, resting his forehead against Honda's. His hair tumbled around their faces, sweaty strands sticking to his temples.
"Move," Honda answered breathlessly, wriggling a bit. "I'm ready...."
Again, Ryuuji took his word for it. He just couldn't hold back any longer. 'Not going to last long...' he thought, somewhat regretfully. He was already to close to the edge, and he knew Honda was too. He pulled out and thrust back in again, swiftly, then again, not bothering to hold back his groan of bliss and relief. He heard Honda swearing, a stream of rough disjointed words expressing his less than coherent enjoyment and appreciation. "Oh shit, oh shit...ye gods...fucking * shit *...god!"
They moved in unison, coming together hard and fast, because it was simply impossible to not keep increasing their pace, with the pent up rush of long denied need and desire demading the agony of release. Ryuuji felt his groin tightening, and had just barely enough presence of mind to reach between them blindly and grasp Honda's hard cock in his fist, pumping it in time with his movements as he buried himself to the hilt in Honda's ass again and again.
One more thrust, maybe two, yeah...and Honda cried out, a hoarse shout of delirious exhilaration, screaming Ryuuji's name as he came. His back arched, muscles contracting, and with his own shuddering cry Ryuuji gave one more thrust and came hard, shooting his seed into his lover's body. The world turned white and he collapsed, blinded, mostly on top of Honda.
After a moment he pulled out, with a gasp of loss from his lover, and moved slightly so that he was lying next to him, though still partly on top of him. He couldn't bring himself to completely lose that contact just yet.
They lay together, spent and gasping, hands moving in small lazy caresses on each other's flushed skin.
"God..." Honda breathed at last.
"Yeah," Ryuuji answered with feeling. "We definitely have to start carrying lube."
"Hell yeah," his lover answered. His lover. Oh fuck yeah, he liked the sound of that. "Mine," he murmured decisively, turning his head and stealing a languid kiss.
Honda chuckled lazily. "Yeah, I am. You're mine, too, though...and I don't share."
"Wouldn't want you to," Ryuuji sighed in content. Kamisama...he wished like bloody hell that one of them would have had guts enough (or perhaps, been fool enough) to have made a move on the other months ago. He wouldn't have passed this up for anything.
There was only one thing still bothering him--he shivered suddenly. "If you ever want me to fuck you in a cave again, love, for damn sure you will have to drag me in by the hair, because you will not get me here any other way."
Honda's laughter echoed from the low ceiling. "I'll remember that," he promised.
"You'd better." Honda was still laughing, and Ryuuji gave a long-suffering sigh and kissed him soundly, just to shut him up. It worked remarkably well; god, the man could kiss. Within about three seconds he completely forgot both his surroundings and his irritation as if they had never been.
'I'll never let you go...'
-tbc-
Kagi's note: yes, there are going to be several more chapters, in which Kaiba and Jou eventually get together, and the next few should be out much sooner than this one. I'll try to have at least some lemon content in each chapter, as that is mostly the point of this. ^_^ Future chapters will likely be shorter as well, but they should come more often.
Pairing: this chapter, Honda/Otogi (Tristan/Duke); also Bakura/Ryou, Yami/Yuugi, eventual Kaiba/Jou
Disclaimer: Yugioh and all characters belong to Kazuki Takahashi. I'm not making any money on this, trust me. -_-
Kyahh! This is soooo late! -_- I am very sorry. ^^;;; To everyone who left comments and reviews or emailed me, thank you!! ^^ You make my day--hell, you made my year. Thank you so much for your patience--it is due to knowing that so many were waiting on it that this chapter got written at all. Thanks especially to those of you who asked repeatedly when it would be finished. I was not expecting to get nearly the kind of response I got to the first chapter, which is partly why this chapter took so long; I hadn't even begun to work on it. ^^;;
Thanks to samurai-ashes for betaing! *smooch* ^__^
Note: I have issues with these boys' names--the two of them got screwed both in Japanese and English, I feel. -_- Tristan is nice enough, but Taylor is annoyingly--and unnecessarily--alliterative. Duke is just wrong, although I kind of like Devlin. The Japanese versions are almost worse--can one find a less attractive name than 'Otogi'? I have yet to see one. Consequently, I'm somewhat erratic in how I refer to them. I used the family names in the first chapter, but since I simply can't write smut using the name Otogi, I have for the most part settled on Honda and Ryuuji here. There are a few exceptions in direct adress, using Honda's given name, Hiroto, or sometimes Hiro, since I think Ryuuji is the kind of guy that would shorten it. ^_~
This chapter picks up directly after the end of the last one--actually, a little before it. "quotes" signifies speech, 'single quotes' is thoughts.
soundtrack for this chapter: Billy Joel - For the Longest Time, Jakaranda - Never Let You Go
Chapter 2: A Not So Romantic Getaway
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Ryuuji sighed as he heard Honda's voice behind him. 'Great, just great.' He swung around with a determinedly pleasant smile--well, okay, it was more of a challenging smirk--on his face.
"Go ahead, deck me. I deserve it."
Honda frowned. He had an abominably cute frown.
"I'm not going to deck you," he said cautiously. "I just have a few questions."
'I just bet you do, love,' Ryuuji thought darkly. He raised a sardonic eyebrow at the young man. The gorgeous young man, who was currently standing close enough to touch if he reached out...
Honda looked away, somewhat embarrassed. "I--did you mean what you said?" he asked in a rush. "H-how long...have you..." he trailed off, uncertain what he was trying to ask, or say.
Ryuuji groaned inwardly. The embarrassment was the ultimate cuteness. He was blushing! So damn adorable! Oh god, he wanted kiss the man so badly.... um, Honda had asked him a question. "Hell yeah, almost since I met you," he answered decisively. 'Still do,' he thought fervently, 'I want to, I want to, I want to...'
He studied Honda's face, a bit impatiently, wondering what else he could possibly want to say that would not just make things more awkward. Wishing he would hurry up and get it over with because this was sheer torture! Standing here this close, talking to him all alone...no one around...nothing but his own sense of honor to stop him from-- He stopped that train of thought right there. 'Come on, love, just leave it be, alright? Just let it go...' He really did not want to stand here and talk about this for one more instant, no matter how decent Honda was being about it.
Honda took a deep breath, meeting his eyes again. They were such warm brown eyes....a guy could drown in those eyes. Kind of uncertain eyes, at the moment, Honda was hesitating over what he was going to say-- 'don't say it, love, just don't say anything, you don't have to be kind...and hell no, don't apologize...'
"I---I've been wanting you forever."
Vivid green eyes blinked in shock. Ryuuji just stared at him for nearly a full minute. Then he covered his face with his hands.
"You've got to be kidding," he muttered. "Must be kidding, you can't be..." He dropped his hands and raised his face to look imploringly at Honda. " Please tell me you're joking."
Honda grinned, just slightly--a wry expression. He shook his head.
Ryuuji groaned loudly in disbelief and smacked himself on the head. "Hiroto--do you mean to tell me that we just wasted several months that we could have spent snogging and shagging and scandalizing our friends?"
Honda nodded gravely, though his eyes held sparks of laughter. Damn sexy sparks of laughter. Asshole. "Looks that way," he replied, contritely.
Ryuuji looked to the skies for patience, or perhaps for justice. He mock-glared at Honda. "You better make this up to me, Honda-kun," he warned.
Honda looked startled for a moment, then a slow grin spread across his features. "What did you have in mind?" he asked thoughtfully.
Ryuuji finally gave into the desperate desire to reach out and touch...just touch...He rested a hand on Honda's shoulder, stepping close until they were inches apart. What did he have in mind? Oh, so many things, but-- "To begin with..."
' I want to kiss you, I've always wanted to kiss you and if I don't do it now I think I may go insane.' He tilted his head just slightly, leaned forward just barely, and with a tiny sigh of relief, touched his lips to Honda's tempting mouth. Honda responded immediately, as if he'd rather been wanting to do that himself--and quite badly by the looks of it. His hand came up to tangle in Ryuuji's black hair, pulling him closer and returning the kiss with fierce hunger.
Somehow, Ryuuji couldn't remember how, but his other hand ended up on Honda's waist and their bodies were pressed together, tightly, as if by sheer force of heated will they could be made to stick. The thought flickered through his mind that if this continued, here, stickiness would become a real concern. Honda's hands were making distracting patterns on his back and shoulders--he shivered, his groan lost in wet heat of his lover's mouth. He was trying to think here! He broke the kiss, ignoring Honda's moan of protest at the interruption.
"That was just for starters," Ryuuji informed him, a sly grin pulling at his lips. "As for the rest..." The grin became positively wicked. "Can you spend the night?"
The answering grin on Honda's face, and the ardent spark which lit his eyes told him all he needed to know. But, "It's still only late afternoon," he said by way of mock protest.
The green eyes danced, teasing. "So we can get an early start," Ryuuji answered, with a last sensual rub of his hips against the other boy's groin. "Much as I'd love to continue this discussion right here on the street, it wouldn't be very comfortable for either of us, babe." Reluctantly he pulled away, tugging Honda's elbow and turning them both as they started up the street. ' And we might get arrested,' he thought with a mixture of regret and wry amusement.
Affecting to sound dazed, Honda muttered, "Street? Whaaat...? I didn't know we were on the street...." He looked around, wide-eyed, as if he had just now realized the location where they were having their...heated discussion.
Ryuuji rolled his eyes. "That's funny, Honda, that's very funny," he said dryly.
"I thought so," Honda answered, grinning finally.
Releasing his grip on the brunette's elbow, Ryuuji cuffed the back of his head, then wrapped an arm around him as they walked.
"We need to educate your sense of humor," he told him.
The tall, lanky boy shrugged. "Where are we going?" he asked, disinterestedly. Not that it mattered much...
"To my place, unless yours is closer?"
Honda shook his head. "Nooo-o, but--" He stopped - and by god, if he didn't look faintly embarrassed.
Was he maybe going to suggest...surely not... "No-o but what, baby?" Ryuuji looked at him sideways, intrigued, noticing as he did so that Honda's attractive face was very close when they were thus entwined. He could just lean over and taste--
"Don't tell Jou I told you about this, alright?" Now Honda sounded embarrassed; or at least, uncomfortable.
"Okay," Ryuuji agreed, curious now. What did Jou have to do with anything? A faint flicker of jealousy flared, although he knew that the two of them were not involved like that. He'd seen for himself the way Jou's eyes followed Seto Kaiba around, and he could put two and two together. Although perhaps they had fooled around at some point, since neither of them had who they really wanted...his arm tightened possessively around Honda's waist. 'Mine now,' he thought, 'all mine, and don't you forget it.'
He had almost forgotten that he was waiting for an explanation when Honda stopped walking and looked around, getting his bearings; then he put his own arm around Ryuuji and guided him in a different direction, turning at the corner. He spoke hesitantly, glancing sideways occasionally as he explained. "Jou and I--well, sometimes he'd rather not sleep at home, you know what I mean?"
Ryuuji did know what he meant--he'd seen bruises on Jou before, and suddenly the discomfort made sense. "Aa," he answered simply, trying not to read too much into the statement. He was not jealous.
He sighed inwardly. Okay, he was jealous. Not that he had any right to be--after all, he could have said something a long time ago, but no...he'd been so sure that Honda would never look at him that way. He was a damned idiot, and damn lucky that he'd been wrong and found out that he was wrong. Next time he saw Ryou he was going to kiss him--nah, maybe just glomp him with a flying tackle. Or maybe, just thank him profusely for being such a little slut. But god....he wished it hadn't taken so long, that they hadn't both been so goddamn stupid...he was jealous.
Honda was giving him an amused look. "You're jealous," he observed.
'You're a fucking genius, love,' Ryuuji griped to himself. He muttered briefly under his breath. "I am not jealous," he stated stubbornly. Admitting it to himself was one thing; admitting it to Honda, quite another. And it was disconcerting that the other boy could read him that well, so easily. Unconsciously his grip tightened on Honda's waist again, but he didn't seem to mind.
"It's not like that," Honda continued, ignoring him--still sounding so goddamn amused. Ryuuji fumed silently.
"I don't care," he said, trying to sound as if he didn't care. He didn't think he succeeded very well. "It's none of my business." Maybe if he said that enough times, he could convince himself.
Honda snickered, trying not to laugh outright, and continued his explanation. "He used to come stay at my house sometimes when his dad--when he just needed a place to stay, but then we'd get awkward questions from my parents. Jou's an independent kind of guy, and he didn't want any pity or misguided help from well-meaning adults--it generally just made the situation worse." He shrugged. "So we made ourselves a little hideout in the woods at the back of the park, and he used to sleep there sometimes. Still does, I think. There are sleeping bags and a little food, things like that. It's not the most comfortable place on earth, and rather small, but it had plenty of room for the two of us."
Honda turned and nuzzled his neck, affectionately, murmuring as he did so, "But really, we're friends, that's all. That's all we've ever been." His tongue darted out to lap at the sensitive spot below the earlobe, then he took the lobe in his teeth and nibbled at it, delicately. The tiny prickles of sensation went skittering down Ryuuji's spine like a fever. He gave a sharp intake of breath, his steps faltering, and he half turned into the touch, his own hand drifting down on Honda's backside...their progress halted altogether for a couple of long minutes as they shared an intense, desperate kiss.
Honda broke away finally, smirking slightly, and Ryuuji glared at him from under half-lidded eyes. "How far away is this place, anyway?" he demanded, the effect of his annoyance somewhat ruined by the huskiness of his voice.
"Couple of blocks," Honda responded, the faint smirk still on his face.
Ryuuji groaned softly. "Let's go, then," he said through his teeth. "You better hurry, baby, and I am not kidding." He still had a handful of Honda's ass, and he squeezed lightly, a threat and a promise.
Honda didn't bother to respond to that, but he did shiver and quicken his steps in the direction of the park. Ryuuji could see it now, and he wondered just where this place of theirs was.
"Ano...Hiro--what exactly does this hideout of yours look like?" He was dubious as to the comfort and relative privacy of this place. Not that it mattered...he was having enough trouble waiting until they reached it, that he knew he never would have made it all the way home. He shuddered with need, feeling Honda's body heat seeping into him all up and down his side as he pressed against him.
Honda shuddered in response, but avoided the question. "You'll see," he answered vaguely. That was not reassuring. His hand had slipped beneath Ryuuji's shirt and was caressing the skin of his back in lazy, circling, arousing strokes. That was damn not reassuring!
They had reached the park, winding through the scattered people and biking paths, footsteps leaving quickly vanishing imprints in the thick grass. Ryuuji didn't come here often, and he didn't recall any woods--they were apparently heading for a grove of trees which, Ryuuji thought, might be nearly big enough to justify Honda's calling it that. Ryuuji hoped that there was more to this hideout than just the cover of trees. He would rather not get busted for having sex in a public park, no matter how fun it might be.
Regardless, though, they were definitely having sex. As soon as possible, preferably now. Five minutes ago, even. There was no way in hell he was letting go of Honda without a damn good fucking, and no, it could definitely not wait until they found a more appropriate place. If this place didn't have enough cover, they would just have to get busted; screw the cops and screw the rules, because he had to screw his boyfriend or he was going to spontaneously combust.
Honda chuckled, as if he knew what Ryuuji was thinking, a small, wicked, sexy sound that made Ryuuji's groin hurt. "Dammit, Hiro," he growled.
"Almost there," Honda answered mock-soothingly, tracing a hand over the bare skin of his back again. "Come on." He said come, oh god, he said come...with just the slightest emphasis on that word--or was that Ryuuji's imagination?
'I'm going to kill him,' Ryuuji thought darkly. ' No, I'm going to fuck him first, and *then* kill him.'
They were out of sight in the trees now, and Honda paused again, looking around. "Right over...there..." He led the way toward a low rocky hill on the other side of a tiny clearing, searching along the base of it until he found what he was looking for--a small opening in the rocks, nearly hidden by brush and a half fallen tree.
Ryuuji eyed it dubiously. "Is that...what I think it is?" He was slightly claustrophobic, and that entrance looked awfully small. He doubted the interior was much larger.
Honda was smirking again. "It's a cave, yes, but I'd appreciate it if you stayed relatively civilized. Or would you like for me to drag you in by the hair?" He wound his fingers in Ryuuji's hair as he spoke, twining through and closing his hand around a soft fistful of black curls.
Ryuuji threw him a brief, irritated glance. "Fuck you," he snapped. He hated when people teased him about his hair.
Unfazed and unrepentant, the other boy tugged the ponytail loose of its fastenings, shrugging as the raven locks tumbled down. "That was the idea, yes," Honda agreed blandly. He ran his fingers through the now free hair, wrapping it in his hand and stroking it gently.
Heat rolled over Ryuuji again like a tide, irritation and doubts vanishing at the calmly suggestive words. Who the hell cared where it was? It was a place where they would be safely out of sight enough for him to get naked--and more importantly, to get Honda naked, and suddenly he wasn't going to waste one more second standing here and debating it.
Tugging his hair free of Honda's loose grip, he ducked toward the entrance, dragging the tall boy behind him. They tumbled through more or less together, into a small, dusty, but dry little cave. It wasn't quite big enough to stand upright in, and they had to duck their heads slightly. It was small, very small, but there were two sleeping bags on the floor, as promised, and that was all Ryuuji cared about right now.
His hands were already working feverishly at the buttons of his constricting jeans--his bloody tight jeans, god....He watched Honda strip off his shirt with a kind of transfixed state of shock, licking his lips as the hard toned body was revealed. ' Oh my god...' He was still having trouble believing this was really happening, that the unconscious sex god he'd wanted for so long actually wanted him too. Honda raised an eyebrow at him, and he realized that he had frozen, motionless, with his hand in his pants as he watched.
He flushed, grimacing, and quickly pulled his own shirt off and tossed it to the side. He kicked his shoes in the general direction of the entrance, as Honda had done, and froze again, holding his breath, as Honda shoved his jeans down and stepped out of them. He swallowed hard. ' Holy fuck...shit...' Lust was clouding his brain, and he couldn't form a single coherent thought other than a litany of ' So fine, god, so damn hot, I want you now! Now, now, now...' The word beat in his brain, and he watched, mesmerized, as Honda moved toward him, sauntering suggestively, head tilted to one side to avoid the low roof of the cave. Oh, that was sexy! 'Want you NOW!' But he couldn't move.
Honda's smirk was back, as he took in the stunned, lust-filled look on his lover's face, and he came over and pushed Ryuuji's hands away. "I think you need some help with those, love," he purred, his voice sending little shocks of pleasure through Ryuuji's already overloaded system.
He let Honda pull him close, pressing their bodies together, and even through the denim, the friction was nearly unbearable as Honda's weeping cock rubbed against his hardness. He closed his eyes, tilting his head, and Honda's hands slipped down the back of his jeans, cradling and caressing his ass as he thrust sharply against him. He heard a moan and decided vaguely that it was his, but it didn't seem to matter much...he was too lost in the delicious sensations as Honda pulled his jeans down and their bodies met, skin to skin, pressed together from chest to hip to knee. Rippling sensations of shock and pleasure rolled over him, and he clutched the tall boy's hips in a fierce grip.
Honda was nibbling on his neck, one hand tangled in his hair again--with some bemusement, he realized that Honda really had a thing for his hair. He would have to remember that. If he could remember anything, at all, other than this unbelievable heady feeling of bliss as Honda's naked cock rubbed against his own. Someone moaned again and this time he was pretty sure it was himself. He moved forward, kicking his jeans aside, and dragged Honda down onto the sleeping bags. God, he'd dreamed about this for so long....his fantasy come to life, and he just prayed to all the gods that it was for real this time. If he woke up now and found it was just a dream, it would damn near kill him, he thought.
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Ryuuji turned his head and fastened his mouth on Honda's again, kissing him deeply as he pushed him down on the mat. His tongue explored the inside of Honda's mouth, delighting in the hot velvety texture of it, while his hands explored the enticing expanse of skin, the hot, hard, sexy body. Honda's own hands wandered over his back, his arms, his rear, caressing, arousing, kindling pinpricks of fire and ice everywhere they touched.
The kiss broke for air at last, both of them gasping. They held each other's gaze for a moment, green fire meeting liquid brown desire. Ryuuji concentrated on breathing--since at this point that took conscious thought--and let the thrill and wonder of this moment, the stuff of fantasies become reality, sweep over and through him. He shuddered. His hands kept moving, lightly stroking, unable to stop touching even for a moment. 'I can't believe it, I've needed you for so long, I can't believe this is really happening. I need you so bad.' His hands closed convulsively on the strong arms, and he pulled the other boy close and buried his face against his neck.
He felt a kiss pressed against his hair, and the strong brown hands wandered up and down his body, learning him by heart in the semi-darkness of the cave. The air should have been cool, it should have chilled their naked skin, but all he could feel was the heat of his own blood burning in his veins like lava, and the radiating furnace of the hard body pinned beneath his own. His grip tightened, fiercely possessive. 'I'll never let you go. You're mine.' He was almost overwhelmed by the intense need to have, to keep, to take and mark the other as his.
And suddenly it occured to him that there had been a major oversight here. "Hiro," he said, and his voice came out low and rough, making his lover bite back a moan as he answered, "Yeah?"
Ryuuji released him, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on one elbow. He admired the sight of Honda lying there with flushed skin and swollen lips, the slanted brown eyes glittering with desire. ' Damn gorgeous' , he thought, as he continued, "I don't suppose you'd happen to have any lube around here? Unlike some people, I don't actually carry it as a matter of course."
Honda laughed, a deep throaty chuckle, and the sound of it feathered over his skin like teasing fingertips. Ryuuji shivered.
"We'll have to do something about that," Honda decided, shooting a sly look at him. Damn that was sexy--not just the look, but the implications had him aching with need.
"Hiroto," he said warningly, narrowing his eyes.
Honda laughed again, obviously pleased with the effects of his teasing. "Let me see what I can find," he said, getting up and crawling over to the corner where the supplies were stashed. Smooth skin rippled over the muscles of his ass and thighs as he moved, and Ryuuji sat up, reaching, then his brain caught up and he restrained himself. 'Down, boy...damn it....'
He tried to distract himself. Drawing up one knee he wrapped an arm around it, resting his chin there. What was Honda looking at? A few packs and boxes of various sizes were sitting there, and Honda was rummaging though them, hopefully to find some kind of lubrication. Ryuuji didn't allow himself to speculate on what might happen if he didn't find anything. 'Kamisama, no, please, please...let him find something, anything...I can't wait any longer.'
He twirled a strand of his loose hair around a slender finger, his eyes narrowing intently, focused, as if the success of Honda's search depended on his own control and concentration. Maybe it did. Green peeked through half-closed eyelashes as he watched Honda's tempting ass, and he bit his lip, hard, hoping the tiny flash of pain might put a momentary dent in his desire. He'd waited this long, he thought resolutely, he could wait a couple more minutes--barely. 'But god...he looks good enough to eat.'
The very idea sent another rush of blood thundering through his body, and he hissed through his teeth. The strain of holding himself back was getting painful. He reached down to take his cock in hand with a firm grip, easing the unbearable ache slightly with slow, soothing strokes.
Honda threw a knowing smirk over his shoulder when he heard the noise, and Ryuuji glared at him with barely leashed impatience. " Now , Hiro," he hissed.
Honda looked like he might be amused. "In a minute, baby; you really don't want me to come back without finding something."
Ryuuji snorted, unable to refute the logic of that, but not happy about it. His hand had quickened in it pace, and he forced himself to slow it--he was too close to the edge to risk that. He seethed almost audibly with frustration as he waited for the other boy to find what he was looking for.
Honda was definitely amused. "Is there steam coming out of your ears yet?" he teased.
The green eyes narrowed, abandoning the ineffectual glare in favor of cool calculation. "No," Ryuuji answered in a low, seductive tone, "but there's steam rising from every inch of your hot body, babe, and I can feel the heat from here. I want to touch you everywhere, baby. I want to set you on fire like you've done to me." His voice was husky, sultry with promise and intent.
Honda stifled a groan, but he couldn't hide the powerful shudder the words gave him. "You already have, babe," he gasped.
Ryuuji smirked, feeling a little more in control of things. "Just find something. Doesn't matter what. One way or another, I am going to fuck your ass today." He grinned, a feral expression that was both arrogant and dangerous.
"Ahh, god--stop it!" Honda groaned. "You have any idea how hard you're making it to think here?" He sat back on his heels, breathing hard, and held up a bottle, squinting at it in the dimness.
"I still can't believe that you're as hot for me as I've been for you all this time," he said distractedly.
"Believe it, sexy," Ryuuji snarled, still annoyed at the reminder of the time they had wasted. His hand dropped to curl into a fist on the ground, feeling the blood pounding in his veins as he clenched his fingers. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "God, lover, you're killing me here..."
Honda was scrutinizing the ingredients of the bottle in his hand. "Ha! this might work...I think..."
"It works, it works, just give it to me and get your gorgeous hot ass back over here!"
Honda handed it back over his shoulder, laughing at him again. Ryuuji glanced at the label briefly before squeezing a liberal amount into his cupped hand. Sunscreen lotion, eh. He wrinkled his shapely nose at the smell--vanilla? But it didn't matter-- 'oh, ye gods'... He stared.
Looking back, Honda caught a glimpse of green slanted eyes going wide in the elfin face, as he slowly and suggestively backed up, still on his hands and knees. Deliberately he accentuated the sway of his hips, and Ryuuji's breathing grew loud and harsh.
"Goddamn, you're such a tease!" he ground out. "I need to touch you, dammit, get over here now!"
Pouting, Honda did as he was told. Ryuuji eyed the pout in disbelief. What the fuck? He shook his head; not an expression he would have expected from tough-guy Honda--it was weird, but at the same time...damn was it sexy. Honda propped himself on his elbows beside the raven-haired boy, and Ryuuji draped himself over his back, needing the contact. 'Need you need you need you, want you so bad...' He nuzzled the join of Honda's neck and shoulder, lapping at it with his tongue, eliciting a shiver. With one well-slicked finger he teased the tight entrance, making the other boy jerk, then give a shuddering sigh. Not used to this, then.
"Ever done this before?" he murmured.
"No," Honda moaned, "Jou and I...fooled around a bit, jerked each other off a few times, you know...but not like...this--ah, shit!" Honda's breath caught sharply, and Ryuuji smiled smugly to himself. But he no longer had the patience to prolong his own teasing. He pressed a kiss on Honda's shoulder, and carefully inserted the finger, sliding it in all the way to the base in a single smooth stroke.
Honda let out a hiss between his teeth, then after a moment, a breathless laugh.
"You alright, baby?" Ryuuji slid his finger in and out a few times, gently probing at the vise grip of the passage. Holy shit, he was tight!
"Yeah--feels...good. Feels strange." Honda said wonderingly, his voice still holding a note of breathless laughter.
Ryuuji gave him a minute to get used to the feeling, tracing his toungue over his neck and shoulder. ' Mmm, he tastes good....' Lust surged to the forefront again, almost overriding his concern, and he was finding it very, very difficult to take his time here...but if this was Honda's first time, it was going to be good, and that meant going slow. "Okay?" he asked.
Honda nodded. Ryuuji withdrew his finger and frowned at it; next time, he was going to make sure they had proper lubrication, if he did have to start carrying it with him. And there was definitely going to be a next time, many next times, in fact. With a fresh application of sunscreen, he slid two fingers in past the knuckle, earning a shuddering gasp from his lover.
He raised his head, concerned. "Hurt, baby?"
There was a short silence. "N-nno--no, it's okay."
"Sure?" he asked, warningly. His own legs were starting to shake with tension, need and desire and emotional strain all taking their toll as he managed to hold himself in check for just a little longer. All he really wanted to do was thrust himself into that sweet ass without further delay and pound him into oblivion--but he was going to be a gentleman, even if it killed him. "You tell me if it hurts, you hear?"
"It's okay."
Taking his word for it, Ryuuji scissored his fingers back and forth, stretching and loosening. It was unbelievably tight; he refused to allow himself to even think about how heavenly it would feel...no, he wasn't going to go there, or he would definitely lose it. At last, slowly, he inserted a third finger.
"Ahh!--hnnn....o-okay..." Honda groaned, resting his head on his arms. After a moment, "It's good, I'm good, come on, do it!" He rocked, thrusting back against Ryuuji's fingers, trying to get more friction.
"I don't want to hurt you--this is supposed to feel good." Ryuuij pumped the wedge of his fingers a few more times for emphasis.
"It does, it does," Honda gasped. "Oh man....shit...oh shit ..." he breathed.
Ryuuji laughed softly. "Gooood..." He withdrew his fingers and prepared himself with the remaining lotion. Honda collapsed on his back beside him, feeling oddly empty and needing that sense of warm fullness back, and the sooner the better.
For the first time, he looked a bit uncertain. "What should I do?"
Rather than answer, Ryuuji traced a hand down the inside of Honda's thigh and under his knee, tugging gently. Honda spread his legs wide, bending his knees, exposing himself completely to Ryuuji's appreciative gaze. Warm golden skin stretched smoothly over the well defined muscles of his chest and abdomen, rippling with his ragged breathing. His swollen cock stood at attention, purple at the tip; the rosy pucker of his entrace was just visible below it, between the smooth delicious curves of his ass. Ryuuji couldn't breathe. "Oh gods, baby, you are beautiful."
The warm brown eyes blinked in surprise, and sudden vulnerability. "You think so?"
"Ohhh, yeah!" he answered, fervently. He positioned himself at the tight entrance, and stroked a reassuring hand over the tense stomach muscles. "Relax, love," he murmured, leaning down to taste the fine sheen of sweat that covered the golden skin. Catching one of the hard nipples with his teeth, he bit down gently, then licked it soothingly, circling it with his tongue. He wrapped one hand around the proud cock, stroking it unhurriedly, teasing the slit at the tip with his finger. The other boy moaned, gradually relaxing as pleasure washed through him.
"That's it, baby," Ryuuji whispered, "take it easy." Releasing Honda's cock he used both hands to brace himself over his lover's body, moving as slowly as he could manage as he entered him, carefully pushing past the tight ring of muscle. Finding Honda's mouth, he kissed him hard as his length slid home. ' Oh sweet fucking Christ...' He broke the kiss with a loud groan, forcing himself to stillness.
"Jesus, love...oh, baby...fffuck..." He let his breath out in a long, slow exhalation of sheer bliss. He just didn't have words to express how good it felt, to have that heated channel gripping his throbbing cock; so incredibly tight! 'Christ....' Placing his hands on the ground on either side of Honda's head, he looked into the soft brown eyes, dazed just now with shock and pleasure. "Hurt yet?" he asked tenderly.
"N-no...still--" Honda took a deep, shuddering breath, "still.... good. " He sounded wondering, content.
"Yeah," Ryuuji sighed in agreement, closing the last few inches between them to kiss him softly. The kiss quickly became something fierce and heated, tongues meeting in a hot wet wrestling match, and Honda's hands were fisted in his hair again. Ryuuji groaned into the kiss, deep and aching.
"Baby, I need to..." he gasped, resting his forehead against Honda's. His hair tumbled around their faces, sweaty strands sticking to his temples.
"Move," Honda answered breathlessly, wriggling a bit. "I'm ready...."
Again, Ryuuji took his word for it. He just couldn't hold back any longer. 'Not going to last long...' he thought, somewhat regretfully. He was already to close to the edge, and he knew Honda was too. He pulled out and thrust back in again, swiftly, then again, not bothering to hold back his groan of bliss and relief. He heard Honda swearing, a stream of rough disjointed words expressing his less than coherent enjoyment and appreciation. "Oh shit, oh shit...ye gods...fucking * shit *...god!"
They moved in unison, coming together hard and fast, because it was simply impossible to not keep increasing their pace, with the pent up rush of long denied need and desire demading the agony of release. Ryuuji felt his groin tightening, and had just barely enough presence of mind to reach between them blindly and grasp Honda's hard cock in his fist, pumping it in time with his movements as he buried himself to the hilt in Honda's ass again and again.
One more thrust, maybe two, yeah...and Honda cried out, a hoarse shout of delirious exhilaration, screaming Ryuuji's name as he came. His back arched, muscles contracting, and with his own shuddering cry Ryuuji gave one more thrust and came hard, shooting his seed into his lover's body. The world turned white and he collapsed, blinded, mostly on top of Honda.
After a moment he pulled out, with a gasp of loss from his lover, and moved slightly so that he was lying next to him, though still partly on top of him. He couldn't bring himself to completely lose that contact just yet.
They lay together, spent and gasping, hands moving in small lazy caresses on each other's flushed skin.
"God..." Honda breathed at last.
"Yeah," Ryuuji answered with feeling. "We definitely have to start carrying lube."
"Hell yeah," his lover answered. His lover. Oh fuck yeah, he liked the sound of that. "Mine," he murmured decisively, turning his head and stealing a languid kiss.
Honda chuckled lazily. "Yeah, I am. You're mine, too, though...and I don't share."
"Wouldn't want you to," Ryuuji sighed in content. Kamisama...he wished like bloody hell that one of them would have had guts enough (or perhaps, been fool enough) to have made a move on the other months ago. He wouldn't have passed this up for anything.
There was only one thing still bothering him--he shivered suddenly. "If you ever want me to fuck you in a cave again, love, for damn sure you will have to drag me in by the hair, because you will not get me here any other way."
Honda's laughter echoed from the low ceiling. "I'll remember that," he promised.
"You'd better." Honda was still laughing, and Ryuuji gave a long-suffering sigh and kissed him soundly, just to shut him up. It worked remarkably well; god, the man could kiss. Within about three seconds he completely forgot both his surroundings and his irritation as if they had never been.
'I'll never let you go...'
-tbc-
Kagi's note: yes, there are going to be several more chapters, in which Kaiba and Jou eventually get together, and the next few should be out much sooner than this one. I'll try to have at least some lemon content in each chapter, as that is mostly the point of this. ^_^ Future chapters will likely be shorter as well, but they should come more often.