Intimacy - by Triste
The stars were bright that night.
Ren had retreated to the rooftop earlier that evening, tired of his companion's bickering and petty squabbles. He'd lain there for a while, just savouring the silence of the night, appreciating the beauty of the sparkling lights above him. He supposed that the others must have gone to bed eventually. No one had turned up to bother him, and for that, he was grateful.
Once he'd finally had his fill of staring at the stars, he too decided to turn in.
Again, he found himself grateful for the fact that he actually had a room of his own for once. It was small and sparsely furnished, but anything was better than listening to that idiot HoroHoro tossing and turning all night long and having to put up with Chocolove's imbecilic jokes.
Over time, he'd come to tolerate and even maybe appreciate his comrades (not that he'd ever tell them that, of course), but he'd be lying to himself if he said that they didn't get on his nerves. And they did, frequently. He was just glad of the fact that he'd managed to get some time to himself for once.
His earlier anger and irritation had melted away at some point though and now, he just felt calm...peaceful even. He always did after taking the time to wonder over the beauty of the night sky.
Slowly stripping out of his shirt, he laid it over the chair by the side of the bed and ran his hands over his bare arms. It wasn't cold, but he could feel little goose bumps rising on his flesh as the cool night air caressed his skin.
Ren sighed and sank to the floor, closing his eyes as he seated himself in a cross-legged position. He'd planned on meditating for a while, but decided against it in the end as he rubbed his arms again absently. He kept his eyes shut and just concentrated on his breathing, concentrated on the feeling of his lungs slowly emptying and then refilling themselves with air over and over again.
His fingers continued to play idly over his skin, running over his shoulders and down his chest until eventually, they came to rest on his thighs. His heart started beating just a little faster, though, and his deep, even breathing grew just a little laboured when he moved his right hand to the front of his pants.
His tongue peeked out to wet his lips as he shifted so that he was on his knees, letting his head fall back on his shoulders as he touched himself gently at first, but then with increasing confidence. His previous state of relaxation gradually gave way to one of arousal as he sighed softly, massaging the growing bulge in his pants.
The fingers of his free hand wandered up to trace over his stomach, carelessly caressing the smooth, pale skin. He didn't usually brag (well, not as much as he used to, anyway), but he was proud of his body. He wouldn't show it off the way he did otherwise. He knew he was nice to look at, but he also knew that he worked hard to gain and maintain that physique.
He didn't do it to get attention though. He did it because he wanted to achieve perfection, both with his body and his mind. He trained and he fought and he studied because he wanted to become stronger. He had to become stronger. He had to defeat him.
Gasping lightly, Ren let his emotions consume him, allowing his mind to go blissfully blank as he fondled himself through the fabric of his pants. He'd been so busy drifting in nothingness that he didn't even notice the fact that someone else had entered his room until it was too late.
Slender arms wrapped around his waist from behind and a gentle chin came to rest on his shoulder as a teasing, familiar voice breathed into his ear.
"So this is what you get up to in your free time. It looks like fun."
Ren froze. "What...what are you doing here?"
"I got bored looking at the stars and thought I'd find something else to stare at instead."
Asakura Yoh laughed playfully and nuzzled the side of Ren's neck with his nose, squeezing his waist briefly before sliding one hand down over Ren's and pressing it firmly over his erection, making the other boy gasp.
"Hmm...beautiful..." he murmured.
"The stars?" asked Ren, breathlessly.
"I'm not talking about the stars, silly, I'm talking about you."
Yoh laughed again and Ren shivered in his embrace.
"Y-Yoh..."
"Mm?" Ren didn't need to see Yoh's face to know that he was smiling. "What is it, Ren? Is this making you feel good?" He eased Ren's hand away carefully and replaced it with his own, cupping and stroking his arousal.
Ren didn't say anything. He was too busy trying to stop the little pleasured noises from rising out of his throat. Why on earth would Yoh be asking such a ridiculous question anyway? Of course it felt good. He wouldn't be doing it if it didn't.
Then again, he wasn't touching himself anymore, was he? Yoh seemed to have taken over for him now and instead of pushing him away like he wanted to; the only thing Ren could do was grunt softly and lean against the other boy.
The fabric of Yoh's shirt was slightly scratchy against his back, but it didn't stop Ren from feeling the warmth of Yoh's skin through the thin material. Yoh's bangs were tickling his cheek and his hot breath blew rhythmically over the side of his face. Ren shivered again, even though he could feel his body becoming overheated. He knew that he must be blushing and was glad that he wasn't facing Yoh. Then again, if he *had* been able to see the other's face, he doubted he'd be letting Yoh do even half the things he was doing to him now.
It felt safer this way for some reason, not being able to look at Yoh. Of course, he could have turned around, could have moved away, but he was reluctant to leave Yoh's loose embrace. There was nothing possessive or commanding about the other's touch and Ren guessed that was why he had yet to resist. If Yoh had been more controlling, he probably would have put up a fight, but as usual, Yoh had just been himself, relaxed and comfortable within his own skin and passing that same casualness onto Ren, even though he'd never asked for it.
Ren wondered why Yoh sometimes had the same effect on him as the night sky stars did. He wondered what it was about the other boy that caused him to feel so confused. He admired Yoh just as much as he was envious of and baffled by him. He just didn't understand it.
Yoh didn't seem to be confused at all though, but then he hardly ever was. He took just about everything in his stride and that easygoing attitude of his irritated Ren almost as much as it fascinated him.
Right now, Yoh was humming some nonsense tune into his ear as he continued touching him, bringing his other hand into the action by sliding it up Ren's chest and toying with his nipples. Ren gasped against his will and Yoh gave another one of those playful chuckles as he let his fingers wander.
Ren's own arms lay still and limp against his sides, but his body tensed and relaxed in response to Yoh's caresses. His pants felt far too constrictive, but he made no move to take them off and neither did Yoh. Yoh squeezed him, but didn't bother to slip his hand underneath the waistband, or even draw down the zipper.
Yoh didn't bother removing any of his own clothing either. Instead, he just moved closer to Ren so that his chest was pressed up against the shorter boy's back. Ren could feel the evidence of Yoh's excitement poking his buttocks and he felt his face grow hot as he blushed yet again.
Yoh, on the other hand didn't seem to feel awkward or embarrassed at all. Indeed, he was acting as though this was the most natural thing in the world for them to be doing and he nuzzled at Ren's cheek the same time he started rocking his hips against the other boy lazily, coaxing Ren into following his rhythm.
As usual, Ren allowed Yoh to lead him, sighing heavily as Yoh's fingers slithered up his chest to his throat, tracing his Adam's apple before trailing up over his jaw line. He ran the tip of his index finger over Ren's lower lip and then pushed it inside his mouth, startling the other boy momentarily until he relaxed again and closed his lips around the slender digit, sucking hesitantly at it.
Yoh made a little appreciative noise and pushed Ren forward so that he was on his hands and knees, draping himself over the other boy without pausing to remove his hand from between Ren's legs, or take his fingers out of his mouth.
Ren's breathing had quickened into an unsteady pant and he willed his body to stop its trembling.
"Don't fight this," Yoh told him, his voice as light and breezy as leaves dancing in the wind. "Just go with it."
Ren would have nodded if only he could. He didn't know why he was letting Yoh do this to him. They hadn't even kissed yet, after all. He still felt hot all over, like he was burning up and he was only getting hotter. It felt like his insides were tying themselves up in knots as Yoh thrust his hips repeatedly, sliding another finger inside Ren's mouth for him to suck on.
Ren closed his eyes tightly; almost overwhelmed by the responsiveness that Yoh was bringing out in him. He rocked back against Yoh instinctively, letting his body dictate to him what he ought to do. His heart was pounding so loud, his chest rising and falling so rapidly that it almost hurt to breathe. He was losing himself, but instead of frightening him, it made him feel good. He couldn't even think anymore, couldn't focus on anything other than Yoh pushing against his ass, Yoh's hand on his crotch, cupping and groping and squeezing.
He couldn't take much more of this and he tried to call out for Yoh, tried to get him to slow down, to stop, but all he could do was grunt and groan around Yoh's slippery fingers. Yoh whispered his name, easing his fingers out of Ren's mouth and pulling the other boy up so that he was on his knees again, leaning in and closing his lips onto the side of Ren's neck, busying himself by sucking at his skin.
A sharp nip from Yoh's teeth took Ren by surprise and his body jerked in Yoh's arms as he gave a startled cry.
"Shh." Although Yoh's tone was soothing, his actions were anything but.
"Y-Yoh..."
"Hmm?"
Yoh's voice sounded hoarse in his ears and Ren tried to make his lips form words that would actually make some sort of sense, but as before, the only things he could produce at that moment were gasps and sighs. Yoh chose that moment to nip at his neck again and Ren moaned.
"Shh," Yoh repeated. "The others will hear."
'Stop treating me like a chew toy then,' Ren wanted to say to him, but, unsurprisingly, the only sounds he made in response were incoherent grunts.
Yoh's hand was rubbing mercilessly over the bulge in Ren's pants, his breathing hard and ragged and Ren gritted his teeth fiercely as he felt something uncoiling deep in his gut. His body tensed in warning and Yoh quickly clapped a hand over his mouth as he came, smothering his cries and holding Ren close to him as he shuddered helplessly before finally going limp in Yoh's arms.
Yoh gave an irritated-sounding hiss as he pulled Ren back against him, shifting position slightly so that Ren was practically sitting in his lap. Ren's whole body was loose and relaxed and he bounced in the other boy's lap as Yoh ground himself against him, bending his head and hiding his face in Ren's shoulder as he released himself with a faint moan.
It was some time later when Ren finally came back to his senses. Yoh's arms were still wrapped loosely around him and he was still sprawled in Yoh's lap, his legs splayed out ungracefully in front of him. He grimaced in distaste when he registered the sticky stain in his pants and he shifted uncomfortably, wanting desperately to get out of them and into something cleaner.
He tried to move, but Yoh made a small, disgruntled sound and tightened his arms, unwilling to let go of Ren just yet. Ren tensed as Yoh began tracing random patterns over his skin, but relaxed again gradually as he grew used to the idea of just being held.
He wanted to speak, but he didn't dare break the silence that had settled over them. In any case, he had no idea what he should say to Yoh. Should he yell at him, swear at him; beat him to a bloody pulp for having his way with him?
He just didn't know how to act, and, not for the first time, he found himself angered by Yoh and his uncanny ability to remove him from everything that he'd held familiar. He didn't like being so uncertain. He didn't like not knowing what to do next.
However, he did like being in Yoh's warm embrace, did like the way his fingers felt against his skin, the way his breath felt against his cheek.
Again, he found himself glad of the fact that he couldn't see the other's face. That placid, but curious stare always made him feel so vulnerable and he didn't think he could handle being looked at in that way just yet.
He licked his lips, cleared his throat and cursed himself for voicing such a stupid question. "Yoh. What...what was that, just now?"
"Hmm?" Yoh laughed softly, playfully. "That was fun!"
Ren twitched and resisted the urge to jab his elbow into Yoh's stomach. "Why are you always like this?" he asked, half irritated, half genuinely curious. "Why are you always so...carefree? I just don't understand you."
"What is there to understand? I'm me, just like you are you. There's nothing complicated about that."
"But it is complicated," Ren insisted.
"Then don't think about it so much," Yoh told him. "It's tiring to think of such troublesome things."
Ren sighed and couldn't stop himself from quivering as Yoh's fingers skittered over his skin. In a way, what Yoh had said was right. Ren had been half-afraid that what they'd just done would change things between them somehow, but Yoh was still himself...he was still himself. Nothing had really changed. Yoh was still Yoh and Ren was still Ren. They'd just...had fun, as Yoh had put it.
Ren found himself blushing again when Yoh rested a hand on top of his, twining their fingers together. Yoh's hands were bigger than his, he noted. They were darker also and ever so slightly smoother. He tried not to feel smothered by this new intimacy. Instead, he closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. He felt better, more in control when he managed to make himself inhale and exhale again repeatedly, slowly and deeply.
Then he felt Yoh's chest rising and falling with his own in perfect synchrony and he almost panicked at the closeness. He needed to get away, needed to change out of his pants, to take a shower, but he couldn't make himself move.
Unconsciously, his breathing quickened again and Yoh soothed him by crooning into his ear.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I...I don't know what to do," Ren admitted hesitantly.
"You don't have to do anything," Yoh told him. "Just stay with me for a while. We can watch the stars together."
Ren found himself nodding in response. He'd always believed the stars were there to guide people. Just watching them for a while couldn't hurt. Maybe they'd even show him the way, would help him choose the path he had to take.
And Yoh?
Well, it couldn't hurt to let him hold him like this.
For a little while, at least.
End.
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