I’m blushing now. I know I am, my cheeks are instantly warm as he blinks and looks up at me.

Somehow I don’t think he expected that kind of confession.

"I’m sorry, T.K, I don’t think I heard you right."

I feel my cheeks redden even more. "I’ve… never… had sex…" I don’t think I could get any redder. "With anyone."

He frowns, deeply in thought. I look away, toward the bedroom and I blush even more.

"You’ve never…"

"No."

"Not even…"

"Nope."

"Not when…"

"No."

"What about…"

"Never."

"Never?"

"Yes. Never."

"You don’t…?"

"No."

"Shit."

"Yeah."

I let my head bang back against the wall, cheeks red as anything. He hates me now, I can tell. I can just hear the taunghting now. I groan slightly. "If it helps I’m… I’m willing… if you want to…"

He turns to look at me, and he smiles the old Iori smile, he pulls me closer to him and brushes his lips over mine.

"How much do you know?"

"How much have you and I done so far, tonight?"

"A pitiful amount."

"Exactly."

He sighs and pulls me along. Glancing at my kitchen momentarily.

"Do you have anything I can use?"

"Use?"

He has the grace to blush slightly and shakes his head, dragging me into the kitchen with him and crushing my lips against his, a soft velvet like kiss before he puts a hand on my chest, indicating for me to stay still.

He turns his back to me and I blush more. I don’t know what he’s looking for, and I wonder if I want to know in the first place.

He opens my fridge and looks through, pulling out a jar of peanutbutter, butter and jam. He then opens my cupboard and looks inside. Frowning as he closes it again. Looking scrutinisingly at the assortment.

I can’t help myself.

"What are you looking for?"

"Lube."

His one word answer makes my eyes go wide, and the red blush, which only moments before I’d been sure couldn’t get much redder… increases.

God, I must look like a tomato in my current state.

He sighs and looks at me wistfully.

"Got any massage oils?"

I think my blush goes redder still as I nod.

He smiles slightly. A small chuckle escaping his lips.

"Gods T.K, you look like someone just told you your pants are see-through." He chuckles and comes closer, backing me up slightly.

One of his hands comes up and caresses my chin and I shiver slightly, leaning my head against the touch. His fingers move back slightly, pulling my head forward so he can kiss me.

His tongue slips between my lips and I shiver as his tongue plays circles around mine, enticing me to lean forward more.

I feel the oh so familiar heat in my groin and wonder if he knows how much I want him.

His other hand runs over my hips and gently slides my shirt up slightly tracing smooth cool fingers over my skin. I shiver more. I know he knows what he’s doing. But I’m still a bit disconcerted. I haven’t gone this far with anyone else ever before. Let alone with kissing.

But it feels so good. I want to feel more of the delicious feelings his hands are erecting from me.

He finally breaks his mouth away from mine, hands still on me as I shiver at the intimacy.

"Where’s the oil?"

I blink dreamily at him and realise what he’s asking. I swallow my beating heart and tingling mouth and shift slightly. Glancing off toward the bedroom.

I know I’m not blushing as fiercely as I had been before. He smiles like a shark and pulls me along with him. Feet shuffling noiselessly against the floor.

I open the door and he closes it behind us. He doesn’t bother to turn the light on, the open drapes on my window reflect moonlight down into the room.

He turns as if surveying the room, an eyebrow raised at my double bed.

I like legroom.

I cough and blush, sifting from foot to foot. The flesh between my legs is heated and I know what I desperately crave.

Iori turns darkened eyes of lust on me and I find myself taking a step back, uncertain once more.

He follows me and before I know it I’m sitting down on the bed, Iori leaning over me.

A knee nudges my legs apart and one hand entwines with mine. My head hits the bed softly and I feel the weight shifting as he kneels over me. Practically straddling me. His mouth hovers over mine and he whispers. I know I’m blushing by the time his lips sink down to mine.

"You look so fucking sexy right now T.K." I feel as if my blush is justified, after all… I’m so aroused, just I can’t help but wonder at what I should be doing.

He presses his body against me and I gasp moaning softly. The barest lingering touch of an arousal as hard as mine. If not harder.

I gasp into his mouth, whimpering just a little and trying to push un-shamelessly back.

I want more.

From the small groan he emits I know I’ve done something good.

The invading cinnamon tasting tongue in my mouth pulls back licking down my throat leaving my flesh tingling and the hot warm licks cooling in a delicious way.

I groan and let him press my hands above my hand. He lifts my shirt up and then I feel his tongue over my right nipple.

I groan, reduced to little whimpers as his tongue flicks over the sensitive flesh, sending little jolts down my spin and straight to my groin. My length becomes harder still.

I need more. I want him so badly.

His mouth continues to suck and lick occasionally nipping my flesh and I buck my hips slightly. Begging.

"Iori… please… I want… you."

He stops his game on my chest and I wonder if I’ve done something wrong, should I have said anything? Then I feel him shifting moving.

I think I’m going to cry. He’s upset with me? Over just a few words?

The tears die on a choke as I feel his wet lips against my navel, and steadily going lower. I arc my back slightly.

"Iori…"I groan his name out.

The hot warmth stops over my jeans and the hands holding my wrists above my head leave me.

I here a small snap then my jeans are lose and I suddenly feel a rush of cold air on my flesh.

I can’t help but whimper.

I close my eyes as I feel the softest of feather brushes against my lightly clothed in boxer skin.

I buck my hips slightly. Trying to get a harder touch, something more solid.

He doesn’t increase the pressure and it’s almost maddening.

I whimper some more. "Iori… please." I want to beg. Gods doesn’t he realise what he’s doing to me?

The feather touch moves slightly, caressing with barely any real force.

I’m so hard it’s painful. I’ve never had another person doing something so intimate and so erotic to me before, its nerve wrecking.

I hear him chuckle and the feathery touch disappears, his weight vanishes from the bed and I startle. I open my eyes and sit up, arms supporting my body.

I feel myself freeze as I watch him draw his shirt over his head quickly.

I know my mouth is open in a bit of shock mixed with absolute appreciation at the view.

You honestly don’t know what a childhood in the digital world can do for tonning your muscles until you see a half naked 20 year old Iori standing infront of you.

It should be advertised for a bodybuilding company.

His green eyes flicker playfully at me and he laughs some more.

"See something you like T.K?"

I simply nod dumbly and continue to stare. Words having failed me.

His hands move down to his pants and I know I stop breathing. He moves especially slowly, just so I will be forced to watch. I wonder if I should stop staring at what his hands are doing and meet his eyes. But I can’t drag my eyes away from his crotch. I swallow my throat incredibly dry.

His pants fall to the floor and I try vainly to close my mouth as I look at the skin I can now see.

Not all men wear underwear.

Iori apparently agrees.

He laughs at my reaction. Stepping out of his jeans and kicking off his shoes as well. Then, deliberately stretching downward he balances himself perfectly as he takes off his socks.

I feel a blush coming back to my cheeks as I see the object of my only desires completely naked before me. No less aroused then myself. His length pressing against his navel.

He turns around, doing a little spin so I can see all of him naked.

"If I didn’t know any better, Takeru… I’d say you were struck dumb. And you should see the look on your face."

He strides toward me comfortably. One would expect to see someone snapping his photo and dancing around him with cameras.

He kneels before me and pulls my shoes off, one hand running high enough up my leg to make my stomach tingle and my breath catch. He whispers huskily to me from there, and I feel as if I’ll die from the aching in my groin.

"So beautiful."

I whimper. "Please Iori…"

He finishes with my shoes and socks and moves up, taking my top from me without a struggle. I can’t move properly. The sight of him naked has me blushing and intoxicated at the same time. It’s dizzying. I don’t know weather to lay back and pass out, or to try and crawl through him. So I stay where I am, unsure and blushing like a schoolgirl.

"Please what?"

I groan as his hands trail teasingly down my navel, then tug sharply at my jeans. Pulling the garment and my boxers over my hips and down. A sudden rush of cool air on my over sensitive and all the excited flesh of my aching arousal making me gasp. My length slaps up against my navel as it is released. I can feel soft beads on my taught skin.

I moan again as he lays down over me, a small amount of his fine soft hair trailing over one of his shoulders to tickle at the side of my face as he stretches out, half on me, half next to me.

I groan and turn my head. His lips instantly on mine. Eating at my mouth. I don’t know how many times he’s kissed me tonight. And I don’t care. I like it. I want it. I want to feel all of him. Inside, around and however much more I can get. I don’t want to stop. I want the feeling that is burning inside my stomach and pulsing in my groin to hold me in its clutches forever. For the feeling to only get stronger; intensify.

As if sensing my unbidden pleas he moves, trailing hot warm and possessive kisses down my chest.

I want to be owned. Gods yes. I want to be taken. Only by him, only for him. No one else!

I arc my back as he dips into my navel finding a particular nerve I hadn’t thought existed before.

It feels so right, so normal.

"I don’t know Iori… just… make me feel more of this! It feel so good." I whimper it out to him. I don’t want him to stop.

He already knew what I meant. But he wanted to hear me say it. I can tell by the way he chuckles. As his head goes lower.

Hands sliding over my hips and pushing me back into the bed. I struggle half heartedly against those hands. My body aching for him to touch me.

The smallest brush of his lips against my hard, weeping arousal gives me permission to whimper and moan again. I barely register the noises I’m making. I couldn’t care less if I were screaming. But please… it was pure agony. Touching everywhere but that ONE place. Making everything feel so good, but denying such release.

Sweat agony. That’s what it was.

I can only wonder. Why didn’t I have sex before now? WHY?

Surely it can’t all feel as good as this.

My thoughts are thrown from me as his hot wet, warm mouth suddenly envelops my flesh.

I think I do scream now. "IORI!"

I feel about ready to come inside him right then. But he pushes me firmly down into the bed, hands soothing as I whimper. So close, yet so far away. His mouth is so wet, and hot. I whimper, sweat beading on my forehead.

I don’t care if it’s bad form to come so soon. I need release.

He stays still, waiting for me to relax, come back from the peak of orgasm. It’s so hard. But I gasp in cool air and force myself to let my body fall back down.

Then he starts sucking and licking.

I throw my head back and howl. I don’t know what else to do. It’s far too much. I know I’m merely inches away. My peek so close I think I can taste it.

He stops suddenly, drawing back. Beads of precum ooze from my sex and I gasp at the rush of cold air.

He slides back up, licking his lips and smirking evilly.

"T.K, you’re going to raise a racket if you keep screaming like that. Then what will the neighbours think?"

I growl and roll over, rubbing against him and kissing his chest reverently. I know I’m clumsy at my movements, but I couldn’t care less.

"Fuck the fucking neighbours. I want more Iori. I don’t care about anything else but you right now."

He laughs, rich and full the kind of laugh you only hear in the bedroom, in your dreams of visions filled with lust and dreams of longing, before rolling us over with ease. Pinning my arms above my head. "Demanding for a virgin." He chuckles, nipping at my ear.

I groan and try to crawl closer. It doesn’t work. He seems to have me pinned with a measurable amount of strength.

"Where’s the massage oil, oh so wanton one?" he teases.

I can’t believe he wants massage oil at a time like this! What the hell does he think a container of massage oil will accomplish?

I groan in frustration. "It’s in the dresser draw to your left. Why the fuck do you want massage oil?"

He gives me a look. No words for it, just a ‘look’. Sighing when I give him a blank/confused/lustful expression in return he smiles patiently and reaches over, one hand staying on my wrists as I try to move against him.

I pout. How unfair. He stops all this solely for some massage oil? What’s so damn important about some stupid oil anyway?

The draw wobbles open. After all, it’s quite a feat to hold down me and open a draw at the same time. And his hand goes in, searching around for the container of oil. I hear a soft glass clink against wood as he finds it and scrambles to get it out.

His whole body twists back and he brings the container down so he can see better.

One of his legs slips between my legs and I don’t know weather the soft grinding upward is an accident or on purpose. I whimper. Pinning into his ear.

He sighs and lets my arms go I promptly try to tackle him. He strops me with a hand on my chest.

"T.K… I want you to relax, and lie down, do exactly as I say. Things may seem strange at first, but don’t worry. I would never hurt you."

I blink and sigh. Well, since he knew what he was doing… I guess I could go along with it.

I pout, using my ultimately powerful puppy dog eyes as I lie back down. He laughs softly and ruffles my hair before unscrewing the lid to the container.

I watch as the oil is poured onto his hands. The sweet smell of lilacs fills the air. He shuffles us around till we’re fully on the bed, my head resting on two pillows. He drags another pillow under my lower back and I feel slightly elevated. Then he picks my legs and moves me around till my legs wrap around his waist. I find the position extremely compromising. I fidget and I want to cross my arms over my chest, but I don’t. I don’t want to get him upset if I step out of place.

Then he finishes slicking his fingers and I watch as his fingers go toward my arousal. I wonder if the oil will really make that much of a difference and I’m fairly curious to watch. Though I can’t understand why he’s positioned me this way.

The oil-slicked fingers however, don’t touch my aching flesh; instead they slide between my ass cheeks.

I don’t think I’ve blushed so much in my entire life, let alone in one day, but here I am, my face red while the one person I love more then anything else has his hand near my… private entering.

I know my reactions are arousing him, but I’m a cross between embarrassed and pleased that I can do something for him.

Then of course a slick digit touches my entering, and I feel my eyes go wide.

He closes his eyes, as if something about me; my legs around his waist, my face red my obvious arousal, is too much for him to bear.

Then the digit slides forward and I find my hands clutching at the cotton sheet beneath my body.

Its not because I feel good, but more surprise. I open my mouth to make a small o as the finger slides further. Not hurting, but… unusual, uncomfortable without being painful yet. He continues sliding his finger in, till he cant move his hand anymore. Then his finger wiggles, as if looking for something.

I know I gasp then.

Something soft, something deep inside me, I hadn’t noticed before. And I find myself throwing my head back, moaning richly and trying to buck into his finger.

He chuckles and doesn’t stop me as I push against his finger.

I want more.

I want to ask for more, but words are beyond me right now.

He hushes me as I whimper some more.

"Why does it feel so weird, but good when you touch a… part?" I manage to gasp out at him, pushing against his wiggling finger. It moves steadily and purposely inside of me, stretching… me.

He whimpers as if watching me like this is agony, how can he possibly be hot and heavy? I’m the one in agony here!

"Shut up and enjoy this with me T.K ask questions tomorrow… or the next day." He says with a small after thought.

Then another finger pushes into me and I still.

It does hurt this time. It feels uncomfortable, strange. But not unnatural. Just, new…

I blink, a small ache coming from the sides of my ass, as if it protests to this new feeling. I know he can’t move his fingers because of how tense I am. I can tell because his fingers feel so big inside me.

"Fuck T.K, your too tight. Relax… it won’t hurt that much." He whispers, as if he can see things beyond the fingers inside of me.

I want to ask why fingers are inside of me, want to wonder what he’s doing. But I don’t. I trust him.

I trust Iori with my life, and my virginity.

I relax slightly, and I know it enough as his fingers don’t seem quite so big when I do. Then, the two digits move further inside of me. And I gasp. They pull my insides, moving my muscles in ways that feel so odd, but not entirely unpleasant.

They’re big though, and I feel slightly more comfortable as the slick oil makes them slide more easily, as opposed to them being dry. I think I understand why he wanted the oil.

I cry out as they probe me deeper still, rubbing lightly against a pulsing pleasure inside of me. I want those fingers to jam that spot hard, make me cry out… but I don’t think he can reach with his hand.

I would never have had such ecchi thoughts before this moment, but it’s so hard to contain. I want something harder. Faster. But he seems determined to go slower still as I twist and moan under him.

I lay there, panting. Then a third finger breaks through my opening.

I feel as if I’m about to scream from the sheer pain alone.

My body can’t handle the size. Its far too big, I want him to go back to two fingers, that felt more comfortable. This, this just feels painful, as if I’m being pulled apart from the inside.

I know, as my back arcs and my body tenses that he’s suddenly worried he’s hurt me too much.

Water collects at my eyes and I fight not to yell out. It’s not so painful that I can’t control my voice.

I pant.

He said he’d make sure he didn’t hurt me that much.

Maybe it was just I, but as I roll that thought around in my head, concentrating on something else I find myself relaxing a bit at a time. It doesn’t hurt that much now, I wonder if I was simply overreacting.

His worried soothing voice drifts to me.

"Takeru? A-are you all right, we can stop if…?"

Stop?

STOP?

STOP!

"No! No Iori… it just kinda caught me off guard. Please continue. Make it feel like the others did." I blush as I practically throw the words at him.

He breathes a sigh of relief at my reassurances and I feel those fingers move.

It feels like I’m being impaled on some giant twisting throbbing moving…thing, but as he continues to move, my walls stretching, softening against the strokes and probing, I realise it isn’t entirely unpleasant.

I finally begin to shift my hips, meeting his thrusts of fingers as best I can. It feels nice, but still I don’t feel completely fulfilled.

Then I realise that I can feel something wet inside of me, something that feels slightly broken.

I pause in my movements, and he pauses too, noticing the look on my face.

"T.K? What is it? Is there something wrong?"

I blink. I can’t feel all that much pain… but…

"I uh… I think I’m…uh, bleeding." I shift my hips. Wondering when I could have been cut. Iori didn’t have nails THA sharp and…

My mind drifts back to when he’s third finger entered me and I realise why it must have hurt so much.

He sighs, his cheeks colouring slightly.

"I’m sorry T.K I forgot about that. I didn’t think it would happen just yet… I kinda broke through a bit of tissue. But its okay! It won’t do anything bad to you. Don’t worry much. My first time… I bled too."

He bends down and kisses me gently.

I sigh and lean back. No longer worried.

Iori can do that to a person, take away all your worries, make you feel good inside.

Well, he was making me feel very good inside right now.

I sigh softly as the fingers brush against that spot. A small moan echoing from my mouth as his fingers brush against it, straining to reach my pleasure.

I groan and buck down. I can’t stand this. I want something bigger inside me, something that can reach that spot. I want him to slam me down into the bed and ravage me.

Gods please!

He growls and pulls his fingers from me. I cry out at the loss, moving my body up. My gaze questioning as sweat runs down my back.

His whole body is sweating, as if holding whatever he is holding back, in agony.

He leans forward, claiming my lips brutally. My lips are bruised by now, soft and so sensitive. Heaven must feel like this. But I want more… though I’m sorely pressed to elaborate on what more there is.

And then I feel it. So much bigger then his fingers, so much smoother, and so much more excited

I know I do scream when he impales me suddenly. The foremost mentioned worry of waking the neighbours forgotten on a pulsing ache inside me… the ache of being thoroughly impaled, filled.

In one full, swift stroke he is fully in me.

And, through the aching pain, I know that this is what I craved, this is the more.

I feel my body arc against him as I cry out, something inside me feels as if it has been punched through, broken, I feel a slow trickle of blood down my thigh, if I’d thought the other blood had been alarming… this was more understandable. I can tell the effect of being inside of me is having on him, he’s shaking, his whole body is shaking, as if my tense muscles are sheer agonising pleasure to him. I can feel him, so deep inside of my most private walls, my skin caressing him like a glove. As tears fall from my eyes, I know that I would do something so private, so intimate for no other person.

I know how my brother feelings about Taichi, I know what a prison keeper love can be... and this is the experience I yearned to have. As my gut reaction vanishes I relax a bit, and I hear Iori breathing heavily, his body in a twisted hold as his length lies deep inside me, he pants, biting his lip to stop from groaning.

I realise what can make me feel so good now; he is certainly big enough to touch that place inside of me.

His eyes are closed. And, as my head falls back and I breath in and out slowly I want to see what I can do to him. What power I have over him.

The pain is numbing away, replaced by the most gratifying feeling. Fullness.

I have never felt so fulfilled in my life. As if I’m bursting at the seems, barely containing emotions.

Slowly I shift my hips, groaning out Iori’s name in a low, husky and long word, as if he is everything that ever existed, and everything there is to know. I feel, rather then see his reaction to my movement. His body shakes more and his hips thrust against me in a strong, slow stroke, pulling away from me in a slow movement, making my flesh feel every inch of him as he draws back, before I’m exposed to the erotic hardness of him pulsing against my insides. Pushing against that spot deep inside my body that makes me want to cry out to all high heaven.

He punctuates this wave of a single thrust with a few short, but slow thrusts and withdrawals, before pulling back some more, a longer, and more ambrosial feeling left in tingles through my groin, ass and all the way up to my stomach.

I whimper richly and try to grind against him harder but he doesn’t let me, his actions if anything, slowing more.

I whimper with need as he pulls out again. I feel like I am some kind of violin, and his thrusts are like tuning me, slowly and powerful, rippling through my body like a wave of a tsunami rising high above the beach of my consciousness and…

Fucking my brains into the sheets.

Eloquent aren’t I? But there’s nothing else I could use to describe this feeling inside me. Years ago, when I was in high school we had to watch a movie about sex between a guy and a girl, they described it as feeling as if two cats were rubbing against each other… the feeling in me right now feels like the cats skipped the rubbing part and went straight to the climbing all over each other and humping.

I honestly can’t understand why I waited so long.

My thoughts melt as he thrusts deeper into me still, his hands pulling my hips back against him as he does. I groan and pant, moaning his name out in long lines, tensing and un-tensing my ass muscles. He growls and pushes in harder, slower still as I pant and moan, begging him for more speed, my body strung like a tight wire, yet the intensely slow pace denying me any true release.

I wanted to both praise and scream at him.

I could only manage a vocabulary of three words though.

"Iori… god… PLEASE!"

But would you believe that god is sadistic?

Long hard, sharp, intense impalement.

Very, very, very sadistic.

Like being plunged slowly from cold water to room temperature then slowly and slowly higher.

Nothing and everything pounding fiercely into your body and bashing harshly against each other.

Blue and red cannot possibly make purple in this situation; they can only melt and simmer, boil and froth.

I realise, as he pulls out, making me savour every inch of tingling skin, every twitch, every instance of flesh in flesh, that Iori knew how to make you rage and boil, and melt you, but never truly make you explode.

Oh gods, what sweet tortures.

I don’t remember how long he continued, his pace slowly almost everytime I tried to speed him up, as I begged, pleaded, moaned, demanded, and downright screamed until he finally thrust fast and hard into me, his body going ridged before he exploded inside of me.

I think his final release is what sent me over the edge, spiralling down into the dark warmth of the abyss known only as release.

I groaned his name, crooning as he withdrew from me, member limp and soft, equally as soft as mine.

Who would have guessed the kid could make you come without even touching you?

His warm arms enfold me, keeping me safe, and secure. And I close my eyes.

I don’t know what to say or do, and I doubt I could even if I knew.

"Stay with me?"

"Forever."

~ The End. ~

Sweet Notes: *curls into a ball and purrs* I want to be as good as some of those authors out there who can make you weak at the knees and pant after reading one of their fics… well, practise, practise, practise. So… review anyone? ^^