| "Di-dias?" Claude stuttered in his surprise, "Wuh-what are you doing? Your bed's over there." Dias looked up at him, the other's normally soulful brown eyes now gleaming with a predatory shine that left Claude staring at him like a deer who has been caught in the head-lights of an oncoming car. That sultry look made Claude harder than before, with a growing bulge, which stretched his pants tight. Then Dias said something and Claude was so preoccupied with his growing erection that he heard the words like his ears were filled with cotton. "Err.did you say something?" he asked, confused when Dias sighed and growled at him in mock annoyance. "I asked if you were done in the bathroom. Are you?" "Yeah, uhm...it's all yours." "*I* don't need to use it. I just want to be able to talk to you without any interruptions, Claude. I've noticed something different about you recently." Claude blushed like an errant schoolboy and refused to look into those bewitching brown eyes. Instead his gaze happened to drop to Dias' crotch where he noticed a similar bulge in the other man's pants. Is this the sign I've been waiting for from Dias? He thought wistfully as he met Dias' gaze once more. It pretty much seemed that way. Dias smirked evilly as Claude stared back, confusion and lust written all over his face. He's so cute when he blushes like that, he remarked mentally. "Like what you see?" Claude was flustered by the suddenness personal turn of Dias' track of questioning. //Usually, he would...Would what?// he asked himself. //I've never been asked something like that from anyone...let alone Dias.// "Hu-huh?!" he replied, startled. "You know exactly what I mean. And I know the reason why you're staring." //Oh no.// "You're jealous of me." //The trap is set.// Claude made a soft snort of disbelief.//Why was I worried? He's got absolutely no clue about how I feel, none at all.// He smiled at Dias, relieved. "That's not it." "I know that you like Rena. You must see me as some sort of competitor for her affections, don't you?" Dias asked, choosing his words carefully to influence Claude to take the bait and reveal his true love preferences. //Rena?! Hahahahahahahaha! I didn't think Dias had a sense of humor.I don't like Rena like that, even though she's been going after me since the day I saved her life in the Shingo Forest when I first landed on Expel.// "Err...Rena's just a close friend who's helped me out more than once. I'm not interested in her like that." "If you aren't interested in Rena, then *who* are you interested in? It's obvious, to me at least, that you have feelings for someone in our little group here." //Careful Dias, you don't want this house of cards to tumble down.// Claude's interest was piqued. Why was Dias so interested in his love life all of a sudden? Unless it wasn't just simple curiosity. Was it an invitation in disguise? //Let's find out by playing along.// "Uhm...Chisato?" he tried, hesitating for effect to portray innocence. //That's highly unlikely. I think you're lying to me, Claude, and I know just how to find out if I'm right.// "So, have you spoken to him yet? Told him how you feel?" Dias purposely emphasized the word 'him' to try and trap Claude into revealing himself. But Claude was shrewd. He knew exactly what Dias was trying to get at, but he wasn't sure that he wanted to reveal himself just yet. He had to be positively sure about Dias' intentions before he risked it. "I don't know what you mean by that, Dias. Chisato is a she, not a he." Dias ground his teeth in frustration. Damn.Claude was good. Well then, he just had to try other tactics until the blonde cracked. "Alright then.then I have a question for you." "What is it?" Dias stood up and walked up to the shorter man who took a step back in surprise. "I won't hurt you. I just want to see the expression on your face once I ask you this." Claude took a step forward and relaxed. "Theoretically, if you were attracted to men, would. would you be...interested to see if you and I were." and Dias trailed off, his voice soft and hesitant, hoping. "If...if we were compatible?" Dias nodded, suddenly unable to speak because he was so scared. It felt as though his heart was trying to climb out of his throat. And for some strange reason, he couldn't meet the gaze of Claude's beautiful sapphire eyes. "I thought you'd never get around to asking me. Now, how long am I going to have to wait before you kiss me, you baka?" Dias frowned. He had no idea as to what a 'bahkah' was, but by the way Claude said it, it couldn't be all that bad. Then he smiled and cupped Claude's face between his hands, kissing him softly. The feeling of Claude's soft lips pressing against his was totally different than what he expected. It was light, like a butterfly kiss, and he thoroughly enjoyed it. "Mmm." Claude sighed happily into Dias' mouth and slowly his darkened blue eyes narrowed to mere slits as he relaxed into the kiss. Suddenly, Dias became aggressive, his tongue demanding entrance into Claude's mouth. The blonde obliged, even coaxing him by bringing out his own tongue to spar with Dias'. As the kiss deepened, their bodies got closer and closer until they were touching, skin to tunic. Dias became curious and began to let his warm fingers roam across the smooth expanse of Claude's well-toned, yet still hairless chest. The fingers experimented and soon Claude was moaning into Dias' mouth as they stroked all the sensitive spots, from his breastbone to his now peaked nipples, shooting sensations of warm jolts of electricity up and down his spine. It seemed like an eternity had passed before Claude and Dias broke off the kiss slowly, both of them smiling at each other. Sapphire met ochre as they stood together, Dias' arms holding Claude in a possessive embrace and Claude's arms draped over Dias' neck, but not quite daring to pull the taller man down for another kiss. His mouth was open, forming a question that he spoke aloud. "Why me?" "Because you're beautiful and confident and loving. And you care about me." "Oh." And with that little exclamation, Claude pulled Dias' head down gently and they kissed once again. This kiss wasn't gentle.it was a heated soul-scorching kiss that probed deep. When they broke apart for the second time, both were breathless. Dias panted softly to catch his breath. He felt terrified and exhilarated all at once and his head was swimming with all the emotions. But as soon as he stared into Claude's deep blue eyes and the compassion there, all his anxiety vanished. The compassion was mixed with lust and it was all for him, only him. Those eyes spellbound him as he spoke. "What next?" "Just touch me, please touch me." Claude begged him; his voice filled with the need that his body felt. A gasp slipped from his lips as rough, sword-callused fingers rubbed his nipples until they were hard and peaked. Dias gave him a small smile and as Claude blinked in shock from the unfamiliar sight, he scooped the smaller man up. Claude wrapped his arms around Dias' broad shoulders as he was carried across the room and lowered onto the bed gently. Another noise escaped from his throat, a moan this time, as Dias explored his lean body with his lips, tongue and hands; going lower and lower, then higher and higher as he traced a liquid path of fire along Claude's neck and collarbone. Claude sighed lustily as Dias' lips and tongue traveled up his neck, laving the skin there until it was hot and rigid. Then, Dias changed tactics and bit the skin, sucking it and leaving a giant bruise. Claude groaned in pleasure and arched up when he felt the spasm of ecstasy crashing out of his wound and gushing through his veins and nerves like a tidal wave. "Nnnah!!" he cried, closing his eyes and grasping hold of the back of Dias' tunic, afraid that he would be overwhelmed and dragged under if he let go. Dias' gruff voice brought him back to reality with a sharp command. "Help me get these stupid clothes off. I want to be able to feel you without them in the way." Eager to move things along, Claude obeyed his command, pushing any rebellious thoughts from his mind. He pulled Dias' tunic off, marveling at the taut muscles hidden underneath the cloth. His hands worshiped their velvet texture, tracing disorganized patterns across the flesh that quickly went rigid underneath his touch. Dias growled, impatiently knocking Claude's hands away so he could get to the button of his trousers. He fumbled a bit with his excitement, but soon, both he and Claude were lying on the bed stark naked, hot flesh rubbing against flesh, creating more and more needed friction. Claude cried out in short little mewling noises while Dias' throat produced a series of feral growls. Suddenly Dias felt the build-up in his body that signified oncoming orgasm. With a strong effort, he stopped himself. [more!] [back] |