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Keep me
Autor: asahi
Email: [email protected]
Warnungen: lemon, pwp
Disclaimer: .. gehört ALLES nicht mir.. (wünschte es wäre so XD) ... also seid
lieb und verklagt mich nich ^_^;;;
In your life you have control over some few things: what you eat, where you live, or how you
earn your money, as an example. But most things in life are just out of the reach of our hands.
You can�t control whether you�re lucky or friendly or an asshole. You cannot control things
like career, where you�re talents lie, your love, whether you are straight or gay, without
betraying yourself and live in a lie. Fate�s going its own way, and you cannot have absolute
power over your life without ceasing to be honest to yourself, the people you love and the
world around you. Some people think, they can control it, think they can control others.
Nonsense.
He sighs and leans back; pushes away those thoughts. His head�s again resting on a smooth,
alabaster coloured chest. Next to him is the front-page of a two day old newspaper.
The man who�s reading sneaks one hand around the newspaper and slides his finger lovingly
through the silky strands of his black hair.
It�s one of those few moments he shows what he�s like, without his firm mask of arrogance
and self-confidence and pissing off everybody in a one-mile-radius around him.
�Did you like it?� sounds his low voice questioningly through the newspaper.
�Yes.� He sighs and closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling of his fingers through his hair. He
can be so cute, so gentleman-like.
Love comes from acceptance. Do I love him?
�Did you like it?� He opens his eyes again and looks at the newspaper, as if he could see right
through it.
The man and monk called Sanzou seems to slide back into his ordinary moody manner and
grumbles. �You heard me, didn�t you?� But then he sniggers in a very un-ordinary way.
�Hell, yeah, I did.� He shortly lowers the paper to smirk at him, before continues to read.
How can anyone carrying a high priest title, swear like that? He doesn�t keep on that trail of
thought; it leads to nothing and nowhere.
My life�s here and now, no need to think about the past or the future.
�Sanzou�?�
�Hn?� The pale, slender hand slides down his neck and the fingers caress his soft skin.
�What do you feel about me?� He closes his eyes again and purring sounds rip from his
throat. He hears how he puts the paper away, feels how he leans forward. Gentle lips press
onto his, but pull away too soon. �About you? I feel� the urge to ram you to the wall, Cho
Hakkai.� He kisses him again, deeper, tongue darting out, trying to get in contact with his.
Hakkai pulls away and takes his face into his hands.
�Seriously, Sanzou��
�I think�I love you�� He leans down to kiss him and he lets him this time. He wraps his
arms around his neck and opens his mouth invitingly. Sanzou drags him up and embraces him
tightly, their mouths and tongue moving in a fast dance.
The position is rather uncomfortable, so he shifts a bit, until he semi-rests on Sanzou�s lap,
and supports his weight by placing his right hand on the opposite site of Sanzou�s hips, and
puts his free hand on his cheek.
Sanzou breaks the kiss and starts to nuzzle the delicate skin of his neck, his growing arousal
digging into his back.
Hakkai moans and throws his head back, murmuring: �I think, I think that, too, what you said,
you think�� He sniggers, but coughs as Sanzou bites him, having a sudden fit of dominance.
I want to love him, so he can love me.
Sanzou pushes him off his legs and his lap onto the futon and kisses him deeply, pressing him
into the pillows.
He returns the kiss shortly before rolling over and straddling Sanzou�s hips and unbuttoning
his shirt.
�Get the hell off of me�� Sanzou says softly and grips his hips.
�I really don�t think you want me to, do you?� He doesn�t wait for an answer but leans down
and kisses his lover gently. He takes his still opened shirt off and pulls the nasty garment also
off Sanzou�s silky skin.
Sometimes he�s got those fits of dominance; normally he�s uke, but now, he wants to be top,
needs to be top. And his blond lover lets him. Sanzou sighs and spreads his long legs and lets
him settle between them. He raises his arms to his head and looks at him with this seductive
smile, he wears when he wants to be fucked, as if to offer himself, and Hakkai can�t refuse the
present. He leans forward, places little kisses on his lover�s chest, piercing one little, rosy nub
with his fingers, while licking the other.
Sanzou moans, his fingers clutch into his hair. Hakkai inhales Sanzou�s unmistakable scent;
sweet and sharp at the same time, mixed with the smell of his favourite after -shave. He loves
that smell, it makes him feel save, makes him feel �at home� wherever he is.
I wanna be your first and your last. I don�t want anybody else to love you. I want you to be
mine.
He softly scratches the little hard nub with his teeth, making his lover cough and goes down
further, licking and sucking, leaving his marks, as Sanzou leaves his. He can still feel where
he bit him not more than half a hour ago.
His fingers fumble shortly with the buttons of his lover�s jeans; they are not a difficulty. After
having opened them a hundred times and more, he�s used to it.
He drags the pants down Sanzou�s slim hips and down his long legs and he helps with arching
a little off the bed.
Hakkai licks his lips and lets his slide over the blond�s tight abdomen. Sanzou sighs and shifts
his hips a bit, to show him what he wants. He wouldn�t ever say it aloud; it would sound like
begging. Sanzou�s not the one to beg.
Hakkai chuckles and bends down, slowly licking just the tip of Sanzou�s length. It is already
moist with pre-cum. He licks it away and gently slides his tongue into the little slit right on
the tip, making Sanzou nearly scream. He takes the tip in between my lips and sucks hard. He
feels the other one dig his fingers into his hair, as he tries to push him down farther but
Hakkai keeps on his own pace. A part of him wants Sanzou to beg. Another part of him wants
Sanzou to feel good.
I want to feel you, like you felt me. Don�t send me away.
He relaxes and then takes the other man quickly and fully inside him, massaging every part of
his arousal, as he slowly swallows.
Sanzou screams that time, hips bucking up and repeating his name. Hakkai�
He pulls back, take him out of his mouth and places a kiss on the tip. Sanzou�s now moaning
constantly.
Hakkai sits up and wiggles out of his own pants, grabbing the tube on the bedside-drawer, and
settles again between his legs, lubricating two fingers. He glances at his lover while he parts
his legs wider, deliberately teasing his entrance with one slick finger; Sanzou�s smiling at him
this enormously peaceful smile, that makes his heart want to burst.
He smiles back and carefully slides a finger inside, massaging his inner walls. Sanzou bites
his lip and then nods.
He starts slow pumping, in and out, his finger mimicking something much larger, much
better. He�s looking for something, *that* spot, and as Sanzou screams and bucks back onto
him he knows, he�s found it. He adds a second finger, stretching and preparing his lover, not
wanting to hurt him.
I�ll save you. I want to make you feel good. I�ll push your pain away.
Sanzou�s coughing gets louder, little screams ripping through the pattern of his steady
moaning-panting-rhythm.
He�s ready, he can feel, hear and see it. He withdraws his fingers from him and slides into the
right position and lubricates his erection.
He slowly shoves inside, taking Sanzou inch per inch, needing all his self-control. Sanzou
moans and bites his lip and then pulls him close for a long and gentle kiss. Then he raises his
legs, grips shoulders and hisses into his ear: �Fuck me already, Hakkai�� Yes, that�s the
Sanzou he knows.
Love comes from acceptance. I accept you.
Hakkai pulls out again and pushes back in, making the other man moan in frustration over his
slow pace.
He pushes back in, builds up a rhythm. Sanzou�s so tight, so hot, so perfect. He grips his hips
and lifts him a bit, changing the angle, so he hits every stroke that one spot inside his lover.
Sanzou moans and thrusts back, his eyes shut tightly.
Hakkai coughs; has it ever felt that good? He doesn�t know, he knows nothing but that
incredible heat that is Sanzou. His shoves get harder, faster shorter, pushing him higher.
Sanzou�s tightness is gripping every part of his length, it feels so right.
He buries his face in his lover�s neck, his coughing and moaning wetting the soft skin. His
hears himself scream, hears Sanzou�s short, nearly female cries. His fingers dig into his
shoulder, as Hakkai�s fingers dig into his hips.
He pounds harder, feels how Sanzou arches up from the bed, meeting him now every thrust.
His cries fill his head, making it fuzzy. Their screams getting louder, as their bodies move
against each other, again and again�
�Hakkai�� He feels his teeth dig into his shoulder, fingernails cutting his skin, and wet, hot
liquid on his belly. Sanzou moans his name again, pleasure flowing out of him, white and hot.
His muscles clamp around him, dragging on his control. He pushes harder, faster, shorter,
coughing loud, almost screaming. He feels as if he would explode from the pressure, from the
fire building up inside him. His hips jerk one last time and he does explode, screaming
Sanzou�s name, his body burning. He feels how he empties himself inside Sanzou, how he
leaves his marks. Slowly the fire burns down, absolute pleasure leaving him, being replaced
by a wonderful feeling of satisfaction and comfort. He doesn�t move for a long time, still
pants against the delicate skin of Sanzou�s neck, who�s stroking his hair and his back. He just
can�t move, he doesn�t want to, too.
I accept you, I love you.
After what seems to be an eternity he carefully withdraws, puts his arms around Sanzou and
pulls the blanket over them.
Minutes later he hears the low breathing of his lover; he�s fallen asleep.
He wants to sleep to, his eyes are already closed. But there are thoughts in his mind, that keep
him from it. He sighs. Everything seems so clear now, it always does, after sessions like this,
and it always ceases to do, the next morning when he wakes up and the world�s spun another
circle, without him noticing it. But at the moment it doesn�t matter to him. He feels free, he
feels save, he feels at home, as he smells, tastes and feels Sanzou next to him.
I love you, don�t send me away. Keep me.
~Owari
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