Mazenta

by Aiya

Part 7

Scene:

Shisei’s apartment. Shisei and Ryu are sitting on the sofa. Ryu’s face is downcast and Shisei is on the brink of tears, his body shivering.

Ryu stands up and holding Shisei’s hand tenderly, leads him to the bedroom. He undoes the shaking man’s shirt and pushes it off. He does the same to his own and then sits, beckoning for his lover to follow. As he does, Ryu sees the top of a welt leading from the center of the other’s back to deep beneath the waistband of his jeans.

He gasps as he touches it and then wraps his arms around his beloved protectively from behind, holding him tight.

He really hurt you…

He kisses Shisei’s shoulder and then lightly brushes his lips against the other man’s.

Shisei is trembling and whispers…

I’m sorry…

Shhhhhh.

Shisei begins to turn the new ring again. Ryu reaches down and brings it to his lips, kissing it delicately.

How could I have thought that you would do that?  I sat in the rain for hours trying to make myself believe what I had seen.

I wish you hadn’t seen it.

Ryu tilts his head to look into the light eyes and whispers…

Not as much as I wish it hadn’t happened to you…

His arms pull the smaller man closer, his head resting against Ryu’s shoulder. Letting go reluctantly he slowly turns the red head around, leaning him back against the cushions. He kisses the weeping man tentatively, sensitively flicking his tongue across the quivering lips. He brings the ring to his mouth again and starts covering Shisei’s hand and arm with leisurely, gentle touches of his lips.

 He moves unhurriedly towards his lover’s face, pausing to caress the most sensitive spot on Shisei’s neck with his tongue. He traces words on the still trembling chest with gentle fingers, and kisses away the tears now that they have stopped. Laying down next to him, he rests the other’s cheek against his chest.

Shisei’s breathing is calming, his eyes clearing.

The red head snakes his arms around Ryu’s neck, and slides them gradually to his waist. He tries to pull Ryu closer but feels his lover is holding himself away. He slides one hand to the front of the leather pants.

No, don’t…

Shisei feels rigidity beneath his palm, and gasps a little.

You’re so hard.

His fingers begin to work their way under the waistline.

Let me…

Shhhhh.

No…he hurt you.

I wasn’t there to protect you.

I thought you had invited him, I feel so guilty.

How could I have thought that you wanted…?

He grasps the other’s gaze with his own.

He hurt you…

Nuzzling Shisei’s neck feeling the sensitive skin’s smoothness against his own. His head drops a little as he whispers,

It makes me feel so… so helpless to know that he did that to you.

Helpless?

Pushing his hips a little against Ryu’s erection.

But why are you so hard?

Moving back so he can drink in all of Shisei with his eyes. He pauses to savor the sight, and his voice drops to a barely audible sound…

Your pain is exquisite.

He caresses the other mans cheek with loving fingers.

You have always been beautiful to me… I think since the first time you touched me, even though it took alcohol to let me see it.

I could sense your feelings before… but I was so unsure of myself that I couldn’t accept the truth.

He breathes deeply.

This is the first time we have been exposed to each other completely. I can finally see all of you without doubting myself. Every part of me wants us together, heart, mind, and body…

 He blushes and leans forward a little so he can kiss Shisei’s eyelids and then his lips again. Their mouths linger as they take in each other’s taste and scent.

 I would never…

I know.

Please let me touch you, I want to give you pleasure, take away the pain.

Ryu's checks redden, and his eyelids flutter slightly.

I want to…

The blush intensifies.

I want to kiss you better…?

A tiny smile sneaks to Shisei’s lips and his sigh gives ascension.

Ryu eases him a little further into the cushions. He resumes writing on Shisei’s chest, only this time with his tongue.

He undoes the jeans and disrobes him; careful not to touch anything that will bring instant pain… or pleasure. His hands move feather light over the older one’s body. Shisei places his hands over Ryu’s heart, feeling the strong beat.

I want to feel all of your skin against mine.

He tugs at the leather of the purple haired ones pants, and Ryu obliges.

He returns to his poetry on Shisei’s chest, lingering on nipples and kissing delicately each time he finishes the statement.

Through gasps of bliss Shisei manages to ask…

What are you writing, again and again?

Whisper it to me…

Read it with your skin… I, I cant…

Ryu moves lower gradually, dipping below Shisei’s waistline and making each stroke of his tongue last even longer. He finally reaches Shisei’s throbbing sex and continues the kanji- slowly tracing the words up and down his shaft, and tasting the sacs below. 

Shisei floats on the sensation. He had many lovers before, but none has ever been so attentive, so giving. His whole body is on fire in the most ethereal way. His need for release is building, but so slowly and deliciously that he cannot imagine wanting this to end…

He gasps as Ryu takes his tip into the warmth of his mouth and traces his idea around the ridge. He begins to suck gently on the head, and when he feels Shisei’s heart beat faster deep throats him and begins to stroke his own need.

Shisei tenses once more and feels his whole physical existence combust… The taste of his release is all that Ryu requires to reach the same, and he feels warmth and wetness coat his fingers.

 Their breathing shallows, and their bodies intertwine. Ryu pulls Shisei close to him and strokes his brilliant red hair. Shisei brings his lover’s hand to his lips and gently strokes the skin with his tongue until he can taste the bittersweet cream no more. He steals a kiss…

Clouds part and moonlight enters the room, snaking across the tangled bodies, pale skin glistening with sweat. They are facing each other, eyes locked, and voices low.

The words you wrote on my skin… Will you say it for me? I want to hear it on your lips…

You know I feel it for you too, don’t you?

Ryu runs his fingers through the soft hair around Shisei’s again, and then cups his lover’s face lightly. He locks their eyes together, not breaking even as their lips meet again lightly.

Aishiteiru Shisei, aishiteiru.

Aishiteiru baby.

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*end*

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