04-Apr-2003
Title: Time Out
Author: bonne & von
Series: Scryed
Category: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kazuma/Ryuhou
WARNINGS: Yaoi. Lemon. Language.
Disclaimer: Scryed, Ryuhou and Kazuma don't belong to us. No profit.
Feedback: welcome.
NOTES: Set around the time of the last episode.
Time Out
Ryuhou felt his eyes droop as the dust settled around him. He had watched the horizon so long that he hadn't noticed day sliding into night. Still sensing the soldiers from the mainland, he blinked, watching the vista clear.
He didn't need to turn his head to see if the other was there. Kazuma was there. He was always there. He would always be there, like some deranged shadow or a companion that it would be impossible to live without.
Finally, his chest expanded and allowed air to fill his lungs. The wind lifted his hair, now grown to a length past his caring. Appearance was the last thing on his mind. What was there to look good for anymore? This life was not his own. It had been given to him at a price he could never repay. The most he could do was to protect this place and stand up for the ideals of those who had gone before him.
"Oi!" a familiar voice called out.
Ryuhou's hands balled into tight fists. He did not answer.
"Time to go," the voice said.
Ryuhou's body loosened its erect stance, but just slightly. Suddenly, he could hear the crunch of boot on earth as Kazuma walked over to him. Inclining his head, he looked up.
"You can stay out here all night," Kazuma said, hitching his shoulder negligently. He didn't even notice his own left hand gripping his right arm any more. "That's fine with me. And you don't have to eat either, since you're such a perfect guy, so I'll keep this," he said, nudging the basket he'd just set down. It was unfamiliar and looked out of place - kind of homey and domestic.
Ryuhou looked at Kazuma for a moment. Slowly, he looked down at the basket. Moving hurt. He ignored it and stood up straight. "What's that?" he said, nodding towards the basket.
"Make a guess! I found it. Someone set it down over there, by your car, and left." He laughed. "I guess we're gods now, so they leave offerings, how about that?"
Ryuhou did not answer. Bending down, he opened the basket. As he retrieved a rice ball from inside, he looked up at Kazuma and tossed another one to him.
"Get in the car," he said, simply as he rose to his feet.
"Ask nicer, I'm not your wife," Kazuma said, his words partially muffled by the rice ball, which he inhaled practically without tasting it. Without waiting for the comeback, he picked up the basket and set it on the floorboard, slouching into the passenger seat. It wasn't right. It should be Kimishima behind the wheel, not this pretty asshole. Still the pretty asshole wasn't *quite* as pretty these days, he showed the wear and tear here and there if you looked for it.
Ryuhou gunned the engine and put the car in gear. "Shut up," he said, "I'm too tired to beat you."
With that, he aimed the car in the direction of their base.
In the many months that had followed the liberation of the island, both he and Kazuma had set up a hidden base for themselves where they could both fall back to and fight each other without disturbing the residents. Though the fighting between them had remained, all out battles had been kept to a minimum.
As the car pulled into the cave opening, Ryuhou realized that it had been quite some time since he had gotten a decent meal.
Kazuma had smarted off something in response to the 'too tired' comment, but even he didn't remember what, seconds after it left his mouth. He distracted himself from thinking about Kimishima by poking around in the basket while Ryuhou drove. Cramming another riceball into his mouth, he tried to ignore the neat, thoughtful way the basket of provisions had been put together, because it was easier to accept if he just kept assuming strangers had left it. That kept the guilt to a lower minimum.
As the car came to a stop, he discovered something in the basket that lightened his mood considerably.
"Better than food!" he exclaimed, pulling out the bottle. He recognized it instantly as a staple Inner product - home brew. Leaving the rest of the basket for Ryuhou, he grabbed the bottle and jumped out of the open side of the vehicle. "Thank you, worshippers or elves, or whoever. Domo arigato!"
Ryuhou shook his head. Grabbing the basket, he exited the car. He had no intention of leaving the bottle solely in the hands of Kazuma. He was bad enough sober, but under the influence the bad-ass was worse.
"Hey!" he called out, depositing the basket on a makeshift table. "Don't drink it all."
Lowering the bottle, Kazuma looked at the other Native Alter with a slight amount of surprise. He wiped the dribble from the corner of his mouth with the back of his left hand, which still held the bottle. "You going to drink this time? I won't give it to you to pour on the ground."
Ryuhou sighed as he pulled food from the basket. "I'll drink," he said, arranging some food for the both of them.
"I may die of shock," Kazuma grinned, and took one more long drink. Then he stoppered the bottle and threw it, aiming approximately for Ryuhou's head. He watched in concealed delight as the tired ex-HOLY agent snapped it out of the air with better than human reflexes. Even on a bad day... but Kazuma didn't bother to take the thought any further, it was too close to an admission and it was more fun to withhold.
Dropping to the ground near the table, he reached up with his left hand and snagged the food, eating with no manners and little attention to what went into his mouth.
Ryuhou watched Kazuma for a moment with something like horrid fascination. He then ate his food with a modicum of civility that was lost on the hellion before him. Opening the bottle, he stared at it for a moment, then sniffed it. Glancing over at Kazuma again, he took a deep breath and drank.
Kazuma watched Ryuhou and chuckled as the liquid went down a little roughly. Truth to be told this bottle was rather good stuff compared to some of the home brew he'd sampled, but it wasn't for a refined palate. He could already feel the warmth spreading through him from his belly, most of it hitting his head like a commuter train and then spreading the wreckage through his body. A bit more of that bottle and muscles that stayed tight as wires even when he slept might loosen up a bit.
Taking the bottle from Ryuhou, he took another long drink, then handed it back, his expression obviously challenging.
Ryuhou's eyes widened slightly. The stuff in the bottle wasn't bad, but it wasn't that great either. It certainly didn't rank enough to fight over, but he couldn't pass up the challenge. Looking the other Alter in the eye, he tossed back a long drink. Then, he handed it back to Kazuma. "Not... too bad," he said.
Kazuma took the bottle and another long drink without missing a beat. "Not too bad? This is good! You're just an Inner now like the rest of us, right? So you have to like this." He pushed the bottle back into Ryuhou's hand and waited.
Ryuhou looked into the eyes of his enemy-friend. Taking the bottle, he up-ended it again, feeling the liquid warm his stomach and relax his aching muscles. "It's good," he said, without much inflection as he handed it back to Kazuma.
Taking his turn, Kazuma let his left eye close for a moment as another wash of heat pushed out to the surface of his skin. His cheeks were starting to darken under the tan. Shoving the rapidly lightening bottle back at the other man's hands, he opened his eye and chuckled again, the sound blurring slightly. "A couple more of those and maybe the stick will fall out of your ass."
It seemed to take a minute before Ryuhou could respond. Raising the bottle to his lips, he took a long sip. He then pushed it back to Kazuma. The retort died before he could remember to voice it.
Kazuma's left eye crinkled at the corner, humor sparking in its depths. He gave the bottle a little shaking, gauging contents from the sound. Lifting it, he took what he figured to be about half of the rest and returned it. "This is better than I expected. You finally shut up."
Ryuhou watched Kazuma's face. He took the bottle and drained it dry, feeling a smile pull at the corners of his mouth. "In your dreams," he said, handing the bottle back, neck down.
Kazuma accepted the empty bottle, looked at it for a moment and then got up, a little slowly, and put it with remarkable care, back in the basket. As he did so, he felt a very strong wish that he could really truly get blind stinking drunk, the kind of drunk you didn't remember later. That kind of indulgence was part of the past, and not a part of the foreseeable future, unfortunately.
His steps back were slightly unsteady, more because he was relaxing and didn't care than because he couldn't have made himself do better. He kicked Ryuhou's bedroll out of the neat pile by the cave wall and loosely in the direction of the other man. Then his own.
Ryuhou saw the bedroll move towards him with slight amusement. Moving to retrieve it, he found that his body was a lot looser than had been before. The effects of the Inner brew were doing their worst. Reaching down, he took the roll into his arms. The set of Kazuma's shoulders was not lost on him. There were things and experiences that he missed too. Shaking his head to clear it, he tried to focus on the task at hand. Once again, he renewed his vow to Shireece.
The brew had made him slightly warm. Dropping the bed things, Ryuhou, began stripping the clothing from his body.
Leaving his own bedroll half unrolled on the floor, Kazuma found himself watching Ryuhou in a kind of curious fascination. As the alcohol took the edge of the other man's tight precision, his movements acquired a more relaxed grace. Kazuma felt a slight kindling of the resentment he'd felt in the beginning, against this man who had everything and looked down on him at the time like some kind of insect. Too much had happened for the feeling to be more than a slightly achy and almost comfortingly familiar ghost of its former intensity. Reaching up with his left hand, he rubbed the back of his neck feeling the multitude of physical aches in his body blur into each other.
He realized Ryuhou had noticed him watching. Unable to resist answering that expression, he smiled, allowing a little bit of a leer into it. Then he whistled softly.
Ryuhou frowned slightly. Moving closer to the annoying man, he took Kazuma by the shoulders and pulled him to his feet. Without thinking, he removed every stitch of clothing on the Alter in no time flat.
"I hate being the only one," he said, then took a step back. "Once you've grown up, you might have some hope," he said.
Kazuma's left hand rose, almost protectively, to brush over his right arm, which was spidered with lines across the skin from constantly being broken apart and reformed. Something about the cool air on his skin made him straighten fully out of the near constant slight slouch that had become a part of him, except when he was fighting. Ryuhou's actions weren't fitting the mental mold he had of the other young man, but people could do interesting things under the influence, especially if they weren't used to it. Kazuma felt the blood gather below his waist and felt another urge, to drop his left hand over that area. Instead, he dropped it to his side. Let Ryuhou see what was happening down there. It wasn't something he was going to be ashamed of, not to this man. Let the pretty asshole make what he wanted out of it.
"I think I'm more of a man than you are," he said in answer to the 'grown up' remark as he looked back.
Ryuhou's eyes dropped the very place forbidden for them to do so, then back up to Kazuma's face. He felt his skin flush, mostly with embarrassment, as his hands balled into fists. A small part of him wanted to hit the ill-mannered man. "That's the drink talking," he managed, the comeback sounding weak to his own ears.
Kazuma laughed. Then he took a step forward, decreasing the distance between them. He wondered idly at what point the guy was going to hit him. And another step. There was a familiar scent coming to meet him. It was a scent he knew from an endless series of physical confrontations. Closing his left eye, he could easily visualize the blow that was likely to come - what angle, how much force, what spot it would target. A little smile curved his lips. He could also easily remember what it would feel like to return the blow. The solidness of the body, its tolerances that rivaled his own... One more step and no blow had come yet. Opening his eye, he looked into two other eyes, very close, but not closer than he had ever seen them. They'd been this close before, and closer, grappling, hitting, kicking... of course, never naked, he admitted, and another laugh burst out from somewhere.
Ryuhou blinked. What anger there was had dissipated with the spontaneous chuckle from the other man.
He had never been this close to another man, except in battle. Why did this man, of all, feel different to him? Why was he so accepting of Kazuma into his personal space?
"Idiot," he said, then raised his hands to Kazuma's shoulders. Instead of hitting him, Ryuhou began massaging Kazuma's shoulders in a way he had done on previous occasions. It helped his arm to do so and allowed Kazuma to sleep better.
An audible groan was wrenched from Kazuma's lips and his head tilted forward involuntarily. For a few moments the sensations of Ryuhou's strong hands on his aching muscles pushed out everything else, well almost... Swaying forward, he didn't bother to raise his head. "You call *me* stupid," the words came out in a soft growl as Kazuma's left arm slid around Ryuhou's waist, brushing fingers from the middle of his back lightly, down to the inward curve at the other man's narrow waist and then out just as lightly with the curve of his hips.
Ryuhou felt his body relax even further as he was once again puzzled by the familiarity of Kazuma's touch.
"At least your hearing isn't damaged," he said, sliding his fingers into Kazuma's scalp, as his fingers massaged there.
"I've got a lot of things that work quite well," Kazuma said, a little puzzled by the other man's non-reaction. Reaching up with his right arm, his fingers closed around Ryuhou's wrist and pulled the hand from his hair. His head lifted to allow him to look eye to eye as he pulled Ryuhou's hand slowly down, further down, between them, placing it against his own very awake erection.
Ryuhou's eyes widened. Surely, the feisty Native Alter had lost his mind. The Inner brew had dulled his senses, but not to the point of not understanding what was going on. He searched the other man's face for some sign of ridicule. "Pervert," he managed indignantly, to cover the flush of warmth his skin took on.
He had never touched another with such intimacy before. A part of Ryuhou was curious, but he knew this exploration was dangerous and forbidden. He pulled his hand away.
Kazuma shook his head. "Weak, very weak," he commented, smiling with the left side of his mouth. His right hand did not let go of Ryuhou's wrist. "I expected either you'd be trying to kill me right now, or that you'd scream like a girl. Maybe the stick *did* fall out of your ass...." he glanced down at Ryuhou's groin. "Or maybe it just shifted to a new location. Pervert."
His muscles flexed and his right hand drew Ryuhou's hand back, once again placing it against the heated velvet-over-steel of his cock.
Ryuhou's eyes widened even further. Anger welled up inside of him and he couldn't tell if it was because Kazuma was right about the stick or that he was a pervert. He hit the Native Alter squarely on the jaw as he tried to free his hand.
Kazuma's head rocked back with the blow, but Ryuhou felt the hand locked around his wrist clench and saw a spark of white fire flare as Kazuma's right eye opened, both his eyes now blazing with familiar rage. In the relative dimness of the cave, Kazuma's right eye glowed unnaturally. His left hand balled to a fist and he returned the punch with it, his right hand still refusing to let go.
"Asshole!" he yelled. "If you like girls so much, go bang that Mimori! Or maybe for once you could be a little honest with yourself about that!" With an exaggerated swing of his right arm he released Ryuhou's wrist and flung it away with enough force to stagger the man back a few steps. "The only thing worse than a real pervert is one who won't admit what he is, even to himself, you jerk!"
Ryuhou stood, vibrating with anger for a long moment. He had heard every word Kazuma said and it pissed him off that he was in agreement with him. Glancing down, he saw that his own body had betrayed him. He was fully erect. Fighting the impulse to turn away, he frowned deeply.
"I...," he began, feeling on the verge of admission, and not understanding why. " I... You're right," he said, then looked down.
Kazuma's simmering eyes bored into Ryuhou's averted face. An instant later he had crossed the space between them as if it never existed. His left hand reached up and gripped Ryuhou's chin, forcing his head up. "It makes me sick to see you like this," he said, his words thick with some powerful emotion. He pushed forward a step, forcing Ryuhou to step backward, then another and another until the other man could feel the cave wall at his back. Pushing him against it, still gripping his chin, Kazuma pressed his mouth against Ryuhou's, forcing his tongue into the other man's mouth.
Ryuhou stiffened in surprise and struggled against Kazuma. He felt the invasion of other man's tongue in his mouth, the heat of his body pressing against his own and the touch of his fingers gripping his chin. The entire experience was stealing away what clarity he had. At that moment, he felt conflicting things. His body wanted and needed the contact that he had sworn it would never be able to have. He thought of Shireece and her sacrifice. He had vowed to protect the Island and deny himself. Mimori was the closest he'd ever allowed himself to hope for that kind of ending, but his debt was too great for it to be.
Living and existing with Kazuma was a necessary evil, or so he had thought. Kazuma had been the only other person he had truly felt comfortable with, even though he annoyed him.
Tentatively, Ryuhou tasted Kazuma's tongue. It wasn't right, but it felt good. A few moments later, the former HOLY officer found himself swirling his own tongue around Kazuma's and sucking it deep into his mouth, hungrily.
The tongue obligingly thrust deeper, as Kazuma's body pressed against Ryuhou from chest to thighs. It was impossible to ignore the hot, hard appendage pressing into him, just as it was impossible to ignore the warm skin his own erection was pressing into. Kazuma continued the primal dance for several seconds longer and then moved his head back, releasing his hold on Ryuhou's chin. His fingers left marks but they began to fade almost immediately.
His right eye closed and his head tipped forward until their foreheads connected. Looking up with his left eye, he said, "You can kill me later. Right now if you try to stop me from doing this, you are going to end up so twisted in on yourself I think you'd implode."
Ryuhou panted as he looked down. "What are you going to do?" he asked between breaths. Again, he agreed.
Kazuma's eye rolled up to heaven for a second. He shifted his hips and ground himself against Ryuhou. Then he leaned to place his lips next to Ryuhou's ear. "I'm pretty sure I'm probably going to fuck you blind, your royal highness...."
Ryuhou frowned. The words struck him as a threat, because he only had a vague idea of what was going to take place. Closing his eyes a second, he lifted his face. "I'm not royalty," he said.
Kazuma closed his eye and banged his forehead softly against Ryuhou's forehead. "And you don't suffer from a sense of humor either," he muttered. However, he noticed that the other man had not tried to move away, and that his body was still very warm, in some places one could even say hot...
Taking a deep breath, he filled his nostrils with Ryuhou's scent. His left hand found its way to Ryuhou's waist, stroking the bare skin along his hip and thigh. Since Ryuhou had lifted his chin, he nuzzled under it, licking the salt perspiration from his throat.
Ryuhou stiffened at the touch of Kazuma's fingers on his bare skin. Just when it seemed as though he was getting a handle on the kiss, the focus changed to neck. Ryuhou felt out of control and uneasy. His body was hot, too hot for his comfort. This was different from when he manifested. Anger and purpose fueled the fire in his body at those times. Now, the man who had sacrificed all intimacy felt out of his league, open and vulnerable.
The words Kazuma had said provoked Ryuhou's mind and body. He didn't need a translation to understand what Kazuma meant. Ryuhou felt a flash of anger at the back of his mind that anyone should dare such a thing. At the same time, the caress of Kazuma's fingers on his hip caused his erection to stiffen even further.
His HOLY training attempted to intrude itself into the mix. Surely, the little ruffian tasting his flesh had issued a threat against his person. By rights, Ryuhou felt that he needed to pull back, assess and ready himself for attack. He was a man and not some overwhelmed woman.
...woman. He thought of Shireece. The thought was followed by a stab of pain and guilt. Ryuhou felt his legs give way a little, causing him to slump against the body before him.
Kazuma felt the shift and lifted his head, not even needing to see the expression on the other's face to read it. His right arm flexed and the fingers began to curl into a fist reflexively. His open left eye stabbed Ryuhou's face with a look that was aroused, but suddenly once again angry. "I said, it makes me sick to see you like this," he growled. "You're thinking about that girl... so she gave it all up for you to live, and you think it's fitting to surrender these in her honor?" His left hand slid down between them and fastened on the soft pouch of skin with its twin contents, fingers curling around tightly as if claiming them. "It was a man she wanted... not less..."
Ryuhou inhaled sharply. The hand around his balls sent a shock of electricity through him that was slightly painful and arousing. After catching his breath, he frowned at Kazuma. "I *know* that!" he growled.
Well at least the pretty asshole wasn't slumping in defeat or guilt any more. "Better," Kazuma muttered, the manic smile tugging at the left side of his mouth again. He gave the heavy orbs in his hand a squeeze, not roughly, as might have been expected, almost gently, almost... possessive. "Don't even think about loosing these or I'll bury you so deep they'll never be able to dig you out to identify the remains." He couldn't explain how important it had become to him to have the other Alter user around, as he'd lost almost all of the small handful of things that kept him from total isolation in the world. He'd never explain it. Closing his eye for a few seconds, he enjoyed the sensation of the heated weight resting in his palm. It had been a while, a long while. Kimishima... well it had been a while before that, because they'd both been busy with things and it was a phase that was mostly over probably, anyway, but...
Relinquishing those warm prizes, he slid his hand out from under and curled his fingers snugly around Ryuhou's cock. The state of readiness he found it in did nothing to discourage Kazuma from his previously stated intentions.
Ryuhou looked at Kazuma as he spoke. More importantly, he felt the nearness of the other man register on his senses in a way he had not previously been aware of. When Kazuma closed his eyes, still holding Ryuhou's balls in his hand, Ryuhou watched the expressions move over his handsome features. 'This isn't some game to him,' he thought, as his heartbeat sped up. The thought that anyone could want him, enjoy his physical being that much was foreign to Ryuhou. He had understood Shireece and Mimori, or thought he had. He could see in their eyes the desire for him or more honestly, the man they'd hoped he was. In his mind, Ryuhou knew that he could never measure up to their ideals of him. They deserved better. They deserved someone whole at the very least.
What he saw in Kazuma's face was something different. He saw acceptance and once again felt that ridiculous notion that he could trust Kazuma implicitly.
"You've... done this before, haven't you," he said.
The left corner of Kazuma's mouth tugged upwards again. "And you don't have a fucking clue," he answered, his tone not making anything of it. Ryuhou had already proved himself to be a man, many times, providing at last the only measuring stick Kazuma found he never tired of throwing himself against. In the back of his mind, the thought that he himself might die someday in one of their confrontations was... to be honest, a comforting one. It would be a good death. But that prospect was of course a long way away because he deliberately did not dwell on what his constant battles were probably doing to his body.
His fingers loosened on Ryuhou's cock, sliding around it almost teasingly and then moving up around the other man's waist, bringing their bodies against each other. "Yeah, I've done it before. So what." He rotated his hips, rubbing his own erection against Ryuhou's body suggestively.
The movements against his body were vulgar and dizzying at the same time. Ryuhou had never been this close to anyone. He'd never even imagined what it might feel like. The male form was nothing new to him, but the embrace was. His hips pressed forward making his cock reach towards the pleasant friction of Kazuma's. He knew that if they kept up this dance, there would be a point of no return.
"So... " he tried. "Can't be that difficult, if you've done it."
Ryuhou received a full grin for that remark. "I am so going to enjoy this," Kazuma said. The heated friction of soft skin and firm flesh against his own kept his body's tension level high, but he had other ideas about how he wanted to get off. Hearing a remembered comment of Kimishima's wandering through his mind, he shrugged one shoulder. What he might lack in imagination he'd make up for in determination.
Pressing even closer, he met Ryuhou's look and leaned deliberately in for a kiss, parting the pretty man's lips and thrusting his tongue inside deeply. He matched the tempo their slightly rocking hips had found and speeded it up slightly. His left hand flattened against Ryuhou's chest, rubbing lightly until he located the raised flesh of a nipple, circling the aureole with his thumb.
Ryuhou's eyes drifted shut as Kazuma slipped his tongue into his mouth. This time he sucked on Kazuma's offering hungrily, suddenly finding himself slipping into the act more naturally. His hips moved faster to meet Kazuma's tempo. The added tension was both a relief and wonder to him. The sudden touch of Kazuma's thumb against his sensitive flesh caused Ryuhou to moan before he could prevent it. His hands reluctantly touched Kazuma's moving rear as the heat between them moved into an inferno.
The side of Kazuma's cheek pulled as he felt those hands settle on him. Pulling his head back, he looked at the face very close to his, detecting a bit more color in it than before. Part of him figured he should encourage and lead Ryuhou a bit, so he could get his feet in what was obviously uncharted territory for him. He considered if for a few seconds, but his own nature asserted itself, and his right hand moved first, circling Ryuhou's left wrist and pulling his arm up and back against the cave wall, holding it over the dark-haired man's head. It looked... good. So his left hand dropped down to find Ryuhou's right wrist and pull it up to join the other, before the young man could protest. His right hand easily captured both wrists and held them over Ryuhou's head, the position pulling the muscles across his chest. Kazuma felt his pulse jerk into a faster rhythm and bent to fasten his mouth on that well-made chest, his tongue finding one nub of flesh and winding around it as he sucked the nipple and teethed on it.
Ryuhou felt himself suddenly very restrained. His chest rose and fell as he watched Kazuma. At first, he thought he might have done something wrong, breached an etiquette, but the look in Kazuma's face dispelled that notion. When the Native Alter placed his lips over his nipple, Ryuhou jumped, feeling like he was about to leave his skin behind. The pleasure-pain mix was slightly more than his senses could handle, though it refocused attention from his aching organ for a moment. He gasped, hearing a sound issue from his lips that he'd never heard before.
Looking down, he saw Kazuma's dark hair against his chest, felt it brush against him. He was slowly loosing his ability to concentrate, not to mention form cohesive sentences under the assault.
The soft noise that issued from Ryuhou's throat gave Kazuma a low thrill of pleasure. The flesh in his mouth felt alive and exciting, the scent and taste of the other man so familiar yet at the same time completely new. It was easy to move from one side to the other, easy to know what to do -- Ryuhou was telling him, giving him clear directions with each sound, each shudder, each twist of his body. He'd figured the guy was ready to pop. Sure he was a lot less uptight than before, but that only went up to a point. The tightly coiled energy inside him was the same as always. It was a never-ending tightening of tension that could only be relieved in the midst of a battle against all odds, and without such a battle, it might increase until he exploded... Kazuma knew how it was because it was that way for him. But he knew something that the civilized ex-HOLY agent apparently didn't, something that was almost as good as a full-out fight... sometimes... maybe it could be even better.
He continued to rock against Ryuhou's body as he suckled on his chest. The friction wasn't quite enough to get off, but more than enough to keep the tension alive and increasing. He released his hold on Ryuhou's wrists to put both arms around the small of his back, sliding his body along the other man's slowly as his mouth moved down along Ryuhuo's chest and then his stomach.
Ryuhou shuddered as his hands were released and Kazuma's arms settled around his waist. His cock was hard as the stone cave around them. Kazuma's slide down his body was maddening in another way. This new assault left every nerve of his body raw and super-sensitive to the touch.
The muscles under Ryuhou's stomach rippled as the Ex-HOLY agent felt Kazuma's kiss. Perspiration covered his body as Ryuhou looked down at the wild dark hair wanting.... wanting...
"Kazuma!" he said, sharply. Placing his hands around Kazuma's head, he pulled the young man back. "No," he said, wanting to be contradicted. He knew what he wanted. His eyes settled on the Native Alter's lips, shocked by his own wanton and disgusting thoughts.
With each panting breath, Ryuhou felt his cock sway closer to Kazuma's face.
Looking up, Kazuma saw Ryuhou's expression and the left side of his mouth curved upwards in a knowing smile. "No?" he repeated the other man's last word. "Oh shut up."
Sliding the rest of the way down, he rested on his knees, his arms still embracing Ryuhou, though his hands had slipped down, latching on the curve of his rear. His fingers spread and squeezed gently, even as he turned his gaze from Ryuhou's face to something closer. He opened his mouth and leaned forward, his tongue extending sinuously to flicker against the tip of Ryuhou's cock, smearing a bead of clear liquid that had formed there.
Ryuhou jumped as he felt the touch. His hips tightened in Kazuma's hands as he placed his hands on the Native Alter's shoulders. Ryuhou's eyes widened, tempted by the immoral kiss and wanting more, but ignorant of how to ask for it. A stray thought crossed his mind. He was at the mercy of Kazuma.
Kazuma, however, was not waiting to be asked. He opened his mouth wide and closed it around Ryuhou's cock, taking in about half its length. Closing his lips around the warm, pulsing shaft, he sucked gently, moving his tongue along the underside, feeling the vein.
His hands squeezed Ryuhou's rear as he pushed forward, taking more of the other man into his mouth. Then he leaned slowly back, letting it emerge as he sucked along its length.
Ryuhou's head tilted back as he felt the warm, wet mouth envelope him. He shivered again, feeling his knees weaken, but strong enough to keep him upright. Licking his parched lips, he looked down at Kazuma and the picture was one he'd remember for eternity.
"Kazuma," he managed, through clenched teeth.
"Mm hm?" The young man's attention, however, seemed to be quite focused on what he was doing. He pulled all the way back, letting only the rim of the head of Ryuhou's cock emerge from his mouth, tonguing the slit at the end, then he swallowed it again. Slowly he picked up the rhythm. He felt the muscles under his hands flex, felt the other man sway, and felt something inside him relax slowly, even as he built tension with his mouth.
Unable to help himself, Ryuhou rocked forward in time with Kazuma's rhythm. His heart pounded in his chest as he felt the waves of sensation and need drive him. The hot, wet mouth around his swollen organ felt as if Kazuma was trying to extract the very life out of him. He heard another moan escape his lips as he pumped into the Native Alter.
Kazuma relaxed even more, even as he leaned back on his heels a little to compensate for Ryuhou's movements. The pretty asshole's mine for the moment, he thought, but the tone of it was almost relieved, saturated with an affection, a care, that he would have hidden under other circumstances. It eased the overwhelming loneliness and isolation he'd steeled himself to. All conscious concerns were blurred by the lingering effect of alcohol and the sharp, rich taste of the flesh that was hot in his mouth. Pungent lubricating fluids mingled with his own saliva on his tongue, sliding down his throat.
He'd done this before, more than a few times, but it wasn't a casual act. His own cock ached with need but he ignored it for now, sliding his left hand around to circle the base of Ryuhou's cock with his fingers, firmly, the grip making it easier to go faster. He felt the shudder and gasp and prepared for what was coming, letting the salty, thick liquid spurt into his mouth as the sign of Ryuhou's pleasure. The taste wasn't delicious but it was no worse than blood, of which he'd swallowed his own times without number.
Ryuhou saw stars in the back of his eyes as he came. Inhaling deep gulps of air into his lungs, he felt Kazuma's mouth suck every drop from him with a mixture of wonder and pleasure. After a few moments, he reached down, cupping Kazuma's face in his hands. For some reason he could not explain, Ryuhou felt the need to embrace his new lover.
"Come up here," he heard his voice, roughened by sex, say.
Kazuma turned his head and rubbed his cheek and nose into Ryuhou's fingers for a few seconds. Then he turned his face the other way and spat out the last remains of the thick white fluid onto the floor.
"No," he said deliberately. His hands slid around and pressed suddenly on the backs of Ryuhou's knees. "You come down here. Come down, you high and mighty bastard, and roll around on the floor like you're no better than me."
Ryuhou felt his knees suddenly buckle, causing him to fall to the cave floor. There was a slight shock as he made contact but it went barley noticed as he felt something akin to rejection in Kazuma's words. At any other time, he would have easily ignored the other, but this time was different. Ryuhou felt open and vulnerable.
"Fuck you!" he spat, looking up at Kazuma who was now on a level with him. This close to Kazuma, Ryuhou felt dueling emotions course through him. The heat and delicious smell from Kazuma's body drew him, even as he felt the need to knock his head off.
Kazuma didn't wait for a blow. His arms tangled around Ryuhou's body, suiting his words, pulling the dark-haired man down onto his back and settling over him before he could object, using the weight of his body to keep him down. His nose brushed the tip of Ryuhou's.
"That's pretty much what I had in mind," he said, grinning with half his mouth. "Don't get prissy on me now that you've had yours. We're not done, not at all."
Ryuhou blinked, feeling the sudden weight of Kazuma's body against his own. He felt most of his hostility melt at the contact and wondered what Kazuma was saying to him. Feeling his body calm a bit, he noticed that his arms had come up to embrace the other man.
Opening his mouth, Ryuhou frowned, then declined to ask the question that came to his lips. "Don't you need to get up off of me to continue?" he asked instead, thinking that he'd understood what was to come next.
Kazuma rubbed his swollen and aching erection against Ryuhou's body. "That all depends," he muttered, concentrating more on the friction than on choosing his words. Shifting slightly, he pressed his knee between Ryuhou's legs, separating them. "Could go different ways."
Ryuhou's eyes widened briefly. "What did you have in mind?" he asked, feeling Kazuma's cock against his belly.
A laugh was choked out of Kazuma. He pressed his knee up higher. "Can't figure it out, then?" His right hand fumbled between them, sliding under Ryuhou's cock, under his balls, probing further back between his legs.
Ryuhou's eyes grew round as saucers as he felt Kazuma's fingers probe his body. "You can't be..." he began, then stopped. Suddenly, pieces fit together. He was not stupid. He understood where the other man was leading him. He frowned, looking into Kazuma's face. 'He's mad,' he thought.
I'll wipe that frown off your pretty face, Kazuma thought, if nothing else. But there was a part of him that secretly loved that frown. It inflamed him. Once it had enraged him, but that was before so many things had happened, before he'd found himself understanding the man who was his personal enemy.
His fingers found what they were searching for. The opening was tight, refusing him utterly. Well, there were ways around that, too.
Sliding back, he knelt between Ryuhou's knees and lifted the other man's legs, spreading them wide. Bending low, he licked the soft skinsac and its precious ovals, then flicked his tongue lower, across the forbidden entrance that was closed tight. Again and again he flicked his tongue across it, and alternated probing it with the same appendage.
Ryuhou felt himself thrown off-balance once again. His body and mind had rejected the insulting fingers, but he knew that it would only be the beginning. As he was opened and splayed out, the former HOLY leader felt both shame and curiosity. Feeling Kazuma's mouth on his body again, his eyes closed at the new pleasure. There was a part of him that understood that Kazuma would likely laugh at him for this weakness and Ryuhou attempted to make plans to counteract coming shame. As Kazuma's tongue swirled against his opening, both the shame and the pleasure deepened.
Kazuma wasn't thinking of Ryuhou's humiliation. He was immersed in getting to know even better this body he already knew rather well. There was nothing he was doing to Ryuhou that hadn't been done to him at some time, though the former HOLY agent had no way of knowing that.
What he wanted would strain his patience, since he wasn't interested in rape. His cock ached and throbbed with a need to release but he held himself steady.
Leaning back, he eased Ryuhou's body down and then grabbed his wrist, pulling him along as he moved on his knees across the cave floor, to where their packs and blanket rolls lay. He shook a blanket out one-handed, never releasing Ryuhou's wrist. Then he groped in one of the packs for a half-remembered item, a small tube of herb-scented cream that had been tucked in sometime by someone who thought more of his needs than he did.
Turning back to Ryuhou, he finally loosened his grip. His expression was almost gentle, though perspiration betrayed his arousal.
"It's easier if you're on hands and knees... for you, especially the first time. I can show you why it's not so bad..."
Ryuhou looked into Kazuma's face for a moment, then nodded. Instead of arguing, he rose up on his hands and knees, watching Kazuma.
Kazuma felt a little shiver of something, perhaps relief. His eye rested on the curved and sculpted form of the other man, familiar and elegant, once so far away he couldn't have imagined anything like this. He was quite simply, a beautifully made man.
Kazuma swallowed hard, and moved closer beside him, dropping the tube for a moment to run his hands over the dark-haired man's hips and flanks. Then he took up the tube again and got a little of the cream on his fingers. Carefully he slipped his hand along the cleft of Ryuhou's hips and found his entrance, circling it with slippery fingertips. His other hand moved under Ryuhou to capture his cock, stroking it.
Ryuhou gasped, feeling the strong hand around his reawakening flesh. The fingers at his entrance promised many things. He rocked back against Kazuma's hand, admitting to himself that he wanted more. The cream made everything slippery in back and it was becoming clearer to Ryuhou how this act would be possible.
As he felt Kazuma's finger slip into him past the first inner ring, then the second, Ryuhou moaned. He felt a dull pain and the sensation of being penetrated. Once again, he wondered how this was going to happen.
Closing his eye, Kazuma felt the hot flesh squeezing his finger tightly. Pushing in deeper, he curved his finger slightly, feeling for the contour and the little spot that would show Ryuhou what this was really all about.
Ryuhou felt his temperature escalate as Kazuma's finger brushed against something inside. Breathing raggedly, he felt his body relax against the intrusion. His hips rocked backwards again, this time seeking to impale him on Kazuma's fingers.
To reward him, he got another shot of the electric sensation. And warm breath on his cheek. And a firm, slow stroke along his cock. Then a second finger somehow managed to get inside with the first, working in, then out, then in.
Ryuhou was barely aware that Kazuma's breathing was becoming harsh, almost ragged.
Ryuhou felt the desire within himself rise once more. He understood that he only needed to keep moving to bring himself to the apex of his pleasure. Taking in a deep breath, he reached down, covering Kazuma's hand on his cock. He gently pushed it away. "Come, Kazuma," he said, hoarsely. "Show me,"
A half smothered, half strangled laugh was his answer. And then he could feel Kazuma move behind him, feel the fingers slipping out. But there was something else, something that was hard, yet gloved in velvet, something that radiated heat where it brushed his skin. Something quickly smeared with cream and then positioned at his entrance.
Kazuma knew there would be pain. But, and this was what made everything work in some totally insane way, this was Ryuhou. If ever a man could handle pain...
A moment, the entrance resisted him and then he was in, and he couldn't have stopped the deep thrust if someone had put a gun to his temple and pulled the trigger.
Ryuhou cried out as he felt Kazuma's cock impossibly fill him. This time the pain was more pronounced and caused his whole body to shiver, even in its most relaxed state. The former HOLY leader looked out into the darkness remembering who he was. Compared to the alterations his body made on a daily basis, this was next to nothing.
Slowly, he felt the ring of flesh relax around Kazuma's fullness. Clamping his teeth together, he thrust backwards, feeling his rear contact Kazuma's body. Even more so than the first, this joining was more complete. Ryuhou licked his lips. "Did you fall asleep?" he managed, breathing hard.
"Pretty...asshole!" Kazuma groaned, a smile stretching his lips that Ryuhou could not see. His hands circled Ryuhou's hips and then fastened on them, the grip tight and possessive. Flexing his own, Kazuma withdrew himself slowly, then pushed in again, the sensation of being enclosed and squeezed in the tight heat so good he wanted to scream. Withdrawing again, he sought the angle that would give the one beneath him pleasure as well. Ryuhou had to feel it too, or it would only be half as good as it could be. He felt the sudden tensing, the surprise, and laughed, starting to move faster. It felt so good.
Ryuhou felt the sudden shock of pleasure and gasped as it took his breath away. Whatever he had felt before completely paled in comparison. He swallowed hard as he felt Kazuma move within him. His hips moved backwards with the same rhythm to meet Kazuma's thrusts.
All sense of time or where he was fell away. He could feel Kazuma's need and his own rose to match it. Ryuhou shivered as he felt Kazuma's hands tighten on his hips. Suddenly, he felt realized he was on the verge of coming again.
Faster, faster, deeper, harder... Ryuhou moved under Kazuma perfectly, the rhythm of two bodies suddenly became one, and Kazuma screamed in wordless triumph, feeling the pleasure explode and surge out of him, wave upon wave. It seemed endless, bottomless, cresting in a series of pulses so violent and pure that Kazuma felt his personality struggle to leave his body, wanting to finish the process of becoming one with his mirror opposite. Rainbow light danced behind his lids, becoming the world, blinding him, but he could feel Ryuhou, feel the sweet flesh in his grip, hear the ragged breaths as he emptied until the light was filled with spots of darkness and he wavered and dropped across Ryuhou's back.
Breathing hard, Ryuhou moved his arm around, feeling Kazuma against him. He drifted down to the cave floor, bringing Kazuma with him.
Kazuma became aware that he was breathing hard, and that he was laying on something solid, but lumpier and more yielding than the cave floor. Opening one eye, he managed to crawl over Ryuhou until they were lying more or less side-by-side, legs still tangled together. His right hand slid around Ryuhou's neck as he pulled him closer for a deep kiss. Then he relaxed completely.
Ryuhou opened his eyes, looking at Kazuma for a long moment. A thousand thoughts came to mind, but nothing seemed right to say. Besides, he was tired. He slid his arm around Kazuma's waist. Closing the small gap between them, he kissed Kazuma as deeply as he had been kissed. "Stop calling me asshole," he managed, leaning his head down against the floor.
"No problem with pretty, then," Kazuma murmured without opening his eyes. His mouth curved up at one side. "You can try and make me stop tomorrow. For now, shut up."
"Mmm," Ryuhou replied, feeling the pull of sleep. His fingers slid down smooth skin and cupped Kazuma's hip possessively as quiet darkness took the rest.