What's So Wrong With Two Boys in Love?

By Kapt. Nemo

 

Author’s Notes: Yo, minna-warning, as if you didn't know by the title, this fic is shounen-ai.  Yaoi.  Slash.  A homosexual love between two boys. So if you don't like this type of pairing, then be smart, heed the warning, and go home.

Disclaimer: unfortunately, I do not own Ash, Eiji, Banana Fish, or Papa Dino.  I don't own Levi Jeans, either.

 

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What makes the old biddies gossip

And giggle when they see us pass

Is it because we're two cute, young studs?

Or that I've got my hand on his ass?

What do they care of my gender or his

That we're two of the same kind

The difference between us is that he's real shy

I'm bold enough to claim him as mine

Two firm, young geldings in an open field

And not a doe in sight

There shouldn't be competition among males,

But that doesn't stop our fight

When a guy loves a girl, ain't no big thing

When he's hot for his man, it's a scandal

Why should they care if I don't enter the front door

And yank the forbidden handle?

 

Eiji looked up as Ash waltzed in through the doorway of their new apartment, "Everything's coming along as we've planned it . . . .  Papa Dino's chomping on the bate like a stud on a virgin, and this little codfish is about to be floundering around for his life!"  The blonde cackled merrily.  Eiji tossed him a quizzical smirk.

 

"What?" Ash demanded.

 

"Ano . . . I've never seen you so . . . giddy, Ash . . . it's almost disturbing!" Eiji giggled cutely behind the Japanese newspaper he was gripping on the sofa.  Ash smiled, walking over to him and ruffling his hair.  Eiji blushed at the contact.

 

"Anyway, you know what Dino's downfall will mean, don't you, Eiji?"  Eiji blinked.

 

"Will I . . . be going back to Japan?" Ash nodded apathetically, careful to hide his emotions.  "Ah . . ."  Eiji was less discreet.  Disappointment came out through his sigh, and gleamed in his chocolate eyes.  His stay in New York had been the most frightening experience in his life, and seemed to have lasted for ages . . . he should be relieved to be so close to going back home, but he wasn't.  Going home meant leaving Ash . . . Ash, who meant the world to him.  Ash had risked his life for him, cared for him, made sure he was safe.

 

Ash made him feel complete.

 

Eiji had known for sometime that he was in love with Ash.  From the moment he first set eyes on the blond, green-eyed white gangster called "Lynx," he was under his spell, and it felt deliciously intoxicating.  With each day, Eiji was drawn deeper into the trance of the suave, clever, and above all deadly boy who was hardly two years younger than himself.

 

Ash got up and poured himself a cup of coffee.  "You want some?"  Eiji nodded, and Ash got out another mug.  As he moved, the muscles on his back rippled through his form-fitting shirt, stretching like gauze over his toned body.  The shirt skirted up over denim and flesh, revealing golden skin tanned by the City sun.  From the inch of Godly skin, Levi jeans were pulled taught over a firm derriere, the perfect shape of masculinity, practically begging to be touched.

 

Once more, Eiji sighed.

 

"Here you go . . . say, you weren't checking out my ass just then, were you?"  Eiji nearly dropped his accepted coffee, and turned beet red.  "Say, just kidding . . ."  Ash said, ignoring his effect on the young photographer.

 

Eiji stared, lost in his embarrassment and thoughts.

 

"What's on your mind?"

 

Looking up, Eiji was startled to see two emeralds piercing him through--not in a glare, but a thoughtful, penetrating gaze . . . almost seductively reading into his mind, focusing on every particle of his being.  He felt naked beneath his stare, helpless and vulnerable to his probing eyes.  It was exquisite.

 

"Nothing."

 

Ash looked skeptically at him.  "You sure?  You seem kinda . . . pensive."

 

Eiji grunted.  "It's nothing, really, Ash . . . it's just . . . ," he trailed off as Ash leaned over him, overpowering his senses.  He nearly keeled over as Ash placed a gleaming arm on his shoulder.  He looked at him expectantly.  "Oh, Ash . . ."  He couldn't think straight . . . .   Ash was overwhelming him.  Eiji was at the point of losing it-his dignity, decorum, and, depending on how Ash felt as well, something else . . . .   "I'm thinking about going home."

 

Ash nearly recoiled, and for an instant, a flicker of sadness appeared in his eyes.  Some weight was released on his arm.  "Oh . . . ."

 

Eiji noticed this, and panicked.  "I--I mean, I don't want to go home . . . that's what I have been thinking about."  Sure, stuttering as he was, it hardly sounded like an invitation to dinner, but Eiji was desperate, and lame stutterings were all he could utter.  JUST SO LONG AS HE DOESN'T MOVE HIS ARM!!!

 

Ash returned, and for an instant, a flicker of relief appeared in his eyes.  Some weight was released back into his arm.  "Oh."

 

Eiji's mind wandered briefly, and butterflies fluttered around in his belly.  "Ack . . . Ash, every time, I . . . I just . . . ."  He began to fidget beneath the weight of his arm and stare.  Ash gazed at him expectantly.  "Ash, it's hard . . . I . . . I don't want to leave you, I . . . don't think I CAN leave you.  These past few months . . . I . . . I feel very much for you, Ash . . . ."  Eiji was blushing more furiously than ever, and looked down at his feet.

 

Ash swept a finger and thumb up to Eiji's face, and held his chin, making him meet his eyes.  He admired their sparkling uncertainty, that bashfulness and naïveté that so completely endeared him to his friend . . . his ideal, who he had always wanted himself to be, but would never get the chance.  His pert, childish nose planted smoothly in the middle of his face, finely boned and ivory.  His lips, small and lightly rosy, pulsing as quick spurts of air went in and out in light pants.  Lips, so soft, and innocently alluring, unlike any other he had ever kissed before.  Ash came forward, and with more gentleness than he had expected, touched Eiji's pink lips with his golden ones.

 

Eiji elicited a small gasp, subconsciously opening his mouth.  Taking advantage of his position, Ash pressed onward, his tongue entering, and exploring the deeper recesses of his mouth.  His arm traveled from his shoulder down lower, and behind the small of Eiji's back.  His hand came behind Eiji's neck, and tilted his head.  Closing his eyes, Eiji lightly moaned and tossed his newspaper aside.  ‘Wait-how can this be happening? Ash is so warm . . . this isn't how it was when he kissed me that one time before . . . but that wasn't out of passion, that was business . . . .  I didn't expect Ash to be so . . . so . . . soft . . . .’  Eiji's thoughts were halted abruptly as he felt something move on his manhood.  Ash was now kneeling on the sofa, and had his knees planted on either side of Eiji's thighs.  It was Ash's own arousal moving on his, planting itself on his crotch.  A forceful hand moved from Eiji's neck and shifted him to the more vertical, submissive angle beneath him on the sofa.  Eiji shyly took his own two hands and put them around Ash's neck, bringing him deeper into the kiss.  Ash smiled, and brought the hand from the small of Eiji's back down even lower, until it was caressing his buttocks and thrusting his yearning hips into his own.  They moved in perfect rhythm, each completely attuned to the other’s desires.

 

"Uhnhhh . . . oh, Ash--Ash, ahh . . . stop it Ash . . . .  I--I won't be able to leave you . . . ."  Eiji put his hands on Ash's chest, gently pushing him away.  Ash grinned down at him.  He placed his finger on his lips, silencing him.

 

"Then, just for tonight, we should make the most of your stay in the states."  He leered sensuously, and when it looked like Eiji was about to protest further, Ash took him over in a deep, fulfilling kiss.  He grinned again--that same grin that had entranced many others before, and was now working its magic on Eiji to its full potency.  Then he picked his head up, and laughed.  "Don't worry, it's my first time, too."

 

Eiji panted, his breathing heavy with desire.  ‘Oh, kami-sama . . . I can't believe this is happening . . . Ash is kissing me, and I like it . . . a lot . . . .’  Eiji began to relax, as Ash delicately moved his lips around his jawbone, his tongue swirling down his neck, making feather-light spirals on his golden skin.  Ash sank deeper into the mists of heaven, and was rather disappointed when he felt Ash stop.  ‘Ash . . . ?’

 

Eiji only realized he had closed his eyes when they flew open at the feeling of Ash's hands on his naked member.  "Gaahhh!!!  N-N-NANI?!!"

 

"What?" Ash asked, half-nonchalantly, half-annoyed at his lover's sudden outburst that interrupted the mood and moment.

 

"Ash--my pants!  When did you--ohhhh . . . ."  Eiji forgot much of his bashfulness as Ash's hand began to pump his throbbing shaft . . . soft and slow, at first, then increasingly hard and furious.

 

"Ash . . . don't . . . stop . . . ." Eiji moaned, still rather timid, but passion slowly relaxing him.

 

"Alright, I won't."  Ash grinned, and came down hard on Eiji with his hungry mouth.  Stroking the searing staff of flesh with his fierce tongue, he enveloped Eiji in his warm encasing of soft skin, in an eternal kiss.  Eiji's eyes went wide, and burning bliss overcame him.  His skin was on fire, tingling as Ash's relentless, merciless mouth scorched his heated flesh.  In a moment that spanned a century, Eiji cried, and clawed at the clothing of himself and his lover, ripping the black wife beater off of Ash, and tearing the Hawaiian print blouse of his own chest, dismembering a few buttons in the process.

 

As his sandy head bobbed up and down from Eiji's nether region, Ash grinned at Eiji's newfound spunk, and desperation for them to become one, for directly following the moment Ash found his chest unclothed, blazing liquid overflowed his mouth, leaving a smoldering trail down his throat.  Ash, in perhaps even more ecstasy than his panting aficionado, continued to suck on his partner's handle of love, yanking it and jerking it into even more pits of sheer and complete paradise.  Ash was barely finished, when a regenerated Eiji grabbed him by his jawbone and covered his own mouth in a heady kiss, tasting the strange and beautiful mixture of his saliva, sweat, and juices.

 

Eiji's eyes were shut tight, and his hands were clinging to Ash's back, but despite their firm grip, they were shy and gentle not unlike the touch of a well bred Japanese lady.

 

Ash responded to these light caresses by unzipping his Levis and bringing them down, off of his legs.  Ash didn't care much for underwear, his jeans were tight enough, and the way he lived, if someone strong enough was going to rape you, underwear wouldn't stop them.  It would only draw it out.

 

Ash smirked again at Eiji's lack of proper places to put his hands.  He grasped his in his own, and moved them downward.

 

Eiji gasped, as his fingers came into contact with flesh that scorched his hands, so much that he couldn't bear to pull away.  His irresistible ministrations seemed to stoke the fire of Ash's already fiery passion, and he ravaged Eiji's mouth with dominating vigor, in a battle Eiji was only too happy to lose.

 

When Ash could take no more of Eiji's childish teasing, he grabbed Eiji's shoulders, and whipped his body around, so Eiji's stomach was pressed firmly into the tan leather of the sofa.  Ash moved on top of Eiji, kissing his neck, his body almost dancing to a crazy, pulsing beat only they could hear, their damp flesh mixing pale ivory with plush amber in a luscious combination.

 

Whispering in Eiji's ear, Ash said nothing, but Eiji understood everything.  Ash eased his way into Eiji's waiting body, gently, albeit a might impatient.  Eiji gripped at the couch in sudden rapture, as the delight replaced the pain of his first penetration, instigated by his nerves and intensity.  He curled up, bringing his back up against Ash, and Ash thrust with renewed enthusiasm, his vim increasing with each ardent drive into his lover's glowing essence.

 

"Unhhhhh!!!" Eiji moaned, as his body convulsed, and experienced tumultuous waves of pleasure, as Ash rammed into him, and increased the speed of his journey to cloud nine.

 

Ash felt likewise, as his rigid shank felt consumed by the flames of his Eiji's physical desire, welcoming him and swallowing his soul in a mouth of love and happiness.

 

"Ash, I . . . ohhhh . . . ."  Like the explosion of fireworks, he came, with a shining beauty unparalleled . . . that is, until Ash screamed, and burst into Eiji with a scorching, searing seductiveness, that can only be compared to the golden Apollo, in all his glory.  Like a stealthy cat, Ash silently let Eiji's body, and pulled Eiji around, back on his back.  Ash rested on his shoulder, and Eiji stared into spectacular space, in awe of his first experience.  ‘I never tho . . . that is, I've never . . . how can he be younger than me?  He knows so much, and looks older . . . but then, I am Japanese, so I guess, being short and all . . . .  I love him.  I never want to leave this man.’  Eiji smiled contentedly and leaned on Ash's forehead, drifting off to slumber land.

 

Ash, still awake, pondered what he had just done.  He had never willingly partaken in this act of animals, he only used it as a tool to get what he wanted, or was just used himself.  Always on the dominated end, and never cared about.  ‘It's funny. . .’ Ash mused.   ‘In all the times I've had sex, I've never made love.’

 

Casually dismissing his thoughts, the dazzling Apollo embraced his fragile and beautiful Artemis, as they both comfortably wrapped themselves in the firm fingers of Morpheus, leaving the world where even dreams couldn't haunt them.