Sugar Cane

(Warnings for this chapter include a stinky lemon.)


Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation.


Sugar Cane
By 11


Chapter 12

K had not wanted to answer the door, but when the knock came again more insistently, he hauled himself out his tiny kitchen with a groan and made his way to the door to open it. If it was a sales-person, it was ‘scram’. If it was the landlord, explain that he put the freaking bill in the guy’s mailbox hours ago.

He was not expecting Hiro and did not have an immediate reply ready. “Hi…” K offered after a moment of both boys staring at one another. K was wondering why Hiro was there and the auburn-haired youth was apparently wondering the same thing about himself. “Um… come in…” K said, stepping aside from the door, allowing the green-eyed boy entrance.

“Thanks,” Hiro said, stepping inside. K closed the door behind him, locking it like he usually did. Hiro, however, jerked a little at the sound of the lock.

“I… didn’t know you knew where I lived,” K said, heading back to the kitchen.

“I didn’t,” Hiro answered, “I saw you at the knife shop… and I followed you.”

So I have a stalker now? Interesting... K thought with a bit of mirth. “Why?” he asked, being genuinely curious as to the reason. Hiro did not answer and suddenly found himself examining K’s small apartment, finding it to be of great interest.

Hiro really had no idea. He had been asking himself the same question since he knocked the first time. He had considered leaving when he did not answer, but somehow he knocked again. It would be weird to tell him that though, it sounded crazy, even to Hiro himself.

K walked over to him and suddenly Hiro found his face drenched along with his shirt and jacket. “K!” Hiro cried out in outburst to the sudden action.

The blond only grinned, “Glad you’re sober now.” He chirped happily. Hiro wiped some of the water off his face with his hand, but it did not help much and his clothes were going to feel weird and wet now.

It was true, he felt more in control now. He could actually meander where he wanted to meander instead of his feet doing the thinking for him like when he first started following K.

“I’m making pie, you want some?” K asked, suddenly poking his head out of the kitchen.

“Pie?” Hiro repeated, “what kind?”

“Apple cinnamon,” K answered.

“Sure.” Hiro nodded. K disappeared back into the kitchen. “Um… can I borrow a towel?”

“Yup, they’re in the closet over by the dresser with the mirror,” K told him. Glancing to the side, there was no way Hiro would have missed it. “See it?”

“Yeah, thanks.” Hiro said opening the closet and taking a towel from the stacks.

“No problem,” K called back.

Hiro glanced back at the kitchen to make sure K was not peeking out or anything. His pants had been spared from most of the water’s effect, but the shirt and jacket would have to go if he did not want to get sick or something.

With a somewhat resigned sigh, he shed the jacket and peeled away the wet shirt before quickly taking up the towel and using it as a makeshift shirt. Hiro glanced at the knife bag, which K had yet to empty. “So, what’d you get at the knife shop?”

K poked his head out of the kitchen again, arching an eyebrow, “Knives. What else?”

Hiro mentally smacked himself; that was one of the stupider questions he had asked. K came out of the kitchen handing Hiro a plate with a piece of pie and a fork. Hiro took it and K set his on the table in front of the small couch with the TV and then took the knife bag and headed for the back room. Hiro followed dumbly, there were only two more adjoined areas of the apartment on this hallway; one was the bathroom, a shower/bath combo, toilet and sink, the other was the bedroom.

Hiro followed in behind K, a quick glance around the room clarified his belief on K’s life views. Along the walls there was either a type of gun, knife, or other lethal weapon, or else there were pictures of a lethal weapon item.

“Guns, knives… bazookas… I guess anything lethal really is cool in your eyes, huh?” Hiro asked, grinning a little. K looked up at him, returning the grin as he mounted the smaller sharp knife and spin knife on the wall, taking down their pictures and rolling them up and putting them in a basket of other rolled up posters.

“I guess I’m pretty obvious,” K said, somewhat sarcastically before he headed back out to the main room where he sat down on the couch to eat his pie. Hiro joined him, digging into the warm apple and cinnamony goodness.

As the evening became late, very late, and then really late the boys had gone ahead and watched a movie. After all, the Star Wars episodes never got old, though both lamented that Episode Three was still ‘coming soon to theaters’.

The whole story idea was very good, Episodes Four through Episode Six were the best by far, Episode One was not as bad, but Episode Two, they both agreed, could have had a lot better stuff going on. The only vaguely interesting parts were with Obi-wan Kenobi. Also, during the second showing, they had come to conclusion that Senator Palpatine was the evil Emperor Darth Sidius.

“It would make sense, since he’s just there to be elected, so conveniently,” Hiro agreed.

“And, he’s the one who strokes Anakin’s ego in the second episode before he and Amidala go off to Naboo again,” K pointed out. “He was planning this. It’ll all be revealed in the third.”

“Yeah, wish it was out already,” Hiro said, slumping back against the coach.

K nodded in agreement, leaning back against the couch cushions. Glancing over at the clock in the kitchen he saw it was almost 10:30 p.m. “It’s getting late.” K stated simply.

“Yeah,” Hiro agreed, but somehow he just felt too at home there, “But I don’t want to go home.” He admitted truthfully.

“You’re welcome to spend the night then.” K said, standing and walking over to the linen closet to get an extra blanket for Hiro to sleep on the couch.

“Thanks,” Hiro said with a grin as he sat up to catch the blanket that the blond tossed his way. K grinned at him.

“There you go,” he told him, coming over to help Hiro pull the bed out of the couch to sleep on. But Hiro did not move from where he sat on the couch. Green eyes just fixed on K. Now that Hiro was not talking or otherwise doing something otherwise to occupy his mind, his thoughts strayed easily back to the subject he had been debating back at the club.

“But, is there someone else… that you like more? Someone you love?”

Again Ryuichi’s voice intruded on his mind, and the only person he thought of in answer…
But I hardly know K! What I did know so far is that he’s a complete psycho! Hiro thought, angry with himself. How could I possibly care for… him, more than Shuichi? I’ve at least known Shuichi, we started Bad Luck together… How can I possibly… love him?

“Hiro!” K’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “You okay?”

“What?” Hiro questioned, not knowing he had done anything out of the ordinary.

“You were just sort of staring…” K said omitting the ‘at me’ as it was possible that Hiro was in fact staring right through him at nothing in particular, except that he was blinking, and it did not feel like he was staring through him so much as at him.

“Sorry,” Hiro mumbled as he stood up to help K pull the bed out of the couch.

“I was just thinking,” Hiro explained, sitting back down on the edge of the bed with K sitting right across from him on the coffee table. “You remember that time at Soryuu?” he asked and K nodded. “Ryuichi came after me when I left and asked me a question.” Hiro continued. “He asked me if there was someone I liked more, more than Shuichi that is. Someone I loved.”
Hiro felt slightly as if he had stuck his foot in his mouth. He would die if K figured it out! But maybe K would not… he had not said that he thought of K first… and after he started the rest of it just came out.

“Hm.” K said, sitting down on the edge of the table in front of Hiro. Blue eyes fixed so intently on his own that Hiro felt as if K was slowly dissecting his mind for the truth. He was starting to lose his breath again and his heart was starting to race. If this kept up evidence might show upon his cheeks. He had to break eye contacd, but somehow he was trapped, so surely and securely, like Fenris by the cords of gossamer.

“Do you like me, more than Shuichi?” he asked after a moment. Hiro did blush at that, how the heck did he figure it out!?

He felt his voice choke up, “Huh?” he managed to breathe out, but it sounded forced and weak, even to his own ears. K leaned forward towards him a little bit. Hiro would have leaned away but he could not force his body to move, not even to run out of the apartment screaming until he reached the park and could dunk his head underwater and spend the rest of the night sulking on the sidewalk drowning in self pity and misery at being found out.

Hiro’s breath seemed to have stopped all together, and suddenly the apartment felt so warm it was suffocating, just like that time at Soryuu. There was something about K that was so dangerous, so wild and animalistic. He had to get away, but his body refused to move or breathe. If Hiro decided to lean forward even just the smallest bit he would undoubtedly touch his lips to K’s pale pink ones.

Then, the silken voice asked him, “Do you love me?”

Hiro could barely afford the effort to swallow, allowing his eyes to slide shut blocking out K’s blue orbs, but it did no good as they were permanently burned into the underside of his eyelids it seemed.

“Do you love me?” his voice asked, a little too close to Hiro’s ear, causing an involuntary shiver to run through him. His pants were feeling uncomfortable now and he knew he was shaking. He felt like he was about to collapse, but not quite.

“I don’t know…” Hiro breathed, his hands clutching the cushion of the couch trying to calm himself. It was a lost cause as K’s breath drifted just above his neck, oh so close to his bared skin yet not touching, “but…” he continued, managing to open his eyes. K’s face came back before his own, those same blue eyes locking once more with his own. And he could not help the answer that slipped from him, inevitably sealing his fate, “yes.”

K’s mouth turned up just a little in what might have been a smile. Leaning forward just the barest amount the blond pressed his lips to Hiro’s. Green eyes slid shut as he focused on the soft gentle feel of K’s lips against his own. He liked the feel of such a soft and simple touch, but for some reason he really wanted more.

K could not help the smirk that gripped his face as Hiro applied more pressure to the kiss. The youth’s tongue rested just slightly against his mouth. K welcomed the warm muscle and allowed himself to be pulled into Hiro’s lap. This actually allowed him better leverage as he moved the battle into Hiro’s cavern rather than his own.

Hiro’s hands on his hips moved, shifting his shirt slowly upwards even as he conceded the battle and allowed K’s tongue to explore his warmth. Hiro’s thumbs brushed against two sensitive places on K’s chest on the way up, causing the blond to startle and break the kiss. This allowed Hiro the opening he needed to rid the other youth of the garment.

K’s hands strayed around somewhere behind him and soon the relative, and fluffy, warmth of the towel was ripped away. Hiro did not mind it so much, except that K had arched an eyebrow at him as if to say, ‘you really thought I’d let you keep a barrier on your chest if I didn’t have one for me?’

It did not matter. Hiro heard K gasp as he moved in quickly against his neck, moving his mouth over the soft, heated skin. K was really warm and Hiro enjoyed the feel of it as he nuzzled against it. Pulling K’s body a little more against his own, though, did nothing for the need burning all throughout his body. K must have had better control or something to just sit there in his lap, calmly letting his hands just gently stroke his hair.

Hiro moved his hands against K’s sides again, stroking along the stomach and then tracing up around the nipples. Wrangling a soft inhale of breath before he pinched the nubs tightly, Hiro extracted a light moan from K as the blond’s head fell back a little, blue eyes falling shut again. Licking a trail downward, Hiro closed his mouth around one of the hardening nubs, earning him yet another moan from K as the youth arched up against him.

Something more solid bumped against Hiro’s lower stomach. About time, Hiro thought, rather pleased with himself for being able to bring that kind of reaction from the other youth.
K leaned forward at the brief pause, his hand knotted in Hiro’s hair, and made the other youth lift his head to face the blond, taking a single kiss from him before tilting his head back farther giving him access to Hiro’s neck. The auburn youth gasped at the cool, wet feeling over his warm skin as K traced his tongue along the main vein on the neck, feeling Hiro’s pulse beating rapidly beneath.

The hand in Hiro’s hair loosened as K trailed lower to the younger youth’s chest; his warmth ghosting over the auburn-haired boy’s chest, his tongue teasing and circling around the hardening nubs. The blond’s teeth closed on one of the nubs, causing a short yelp to escape his partner.

White hot, enough so that he could barely see. His heartbeat thrumming in his ears till it seemed to be all he could hear, outside the soft sound of his own rushed breath. Hiro groaned in frustration as K switched over from the one nipple he had been abusing to give the same treatment to the other.

He loved this feeling, that was not the reason for his dissatisfaction. It just was not enough; it felt so good, but he needed more, his body felt too warm.

“K… please…” Hiro breathed out as he leaned back on the pullout bed to arch his hips up against K, trying to communicate his need without his voice, which along with his brain seemed to have gone on permanent vacation.

K smirked down at the younger youth, the hand leaving Hiro’s hair completely for favor of supporting himself to hover over his partner. His other hand slid into Hiro’s pants, the touch burning a trail of fire as it went slowly and the fingers delved into his boxers to wrap cautiously around the centered heat of Hiro’s desire.

Hiro gasped as he arched up into the touch, the fingers stroking lightly along his sides, serving only to further his frustration. Limited space did not provide the best way to achieve release, as moving space was also limited.

K knew what to do about this though, as he removed his hand and worked away the top in a matter of seconds, then started to drag the pants off, Hiro lifting his hips to help with the effort. It was during this time that a small semblance of reason returned.

Surely logic did not dictate that this should be happening. Logic would tell him to stop this, despite the pleasure, there had to be something wrong with it. These vague thoughts came briefly to mind when K’s warmth was removed momentarily. He was with Shuichi, wasn’t he? Why did that suddenly seem irrelevant?

Hiro’s eyes opened wide to the ceiling, his hips involuntarily trying to lift upwards as K’s mouth suddenly covered the younger youth’s head in the place of his hand. K’s hands held Hiro down in place allowing him to slowly go down on him. Hiro’s head thrashed to the side, his hips struggling to get back the control, to drive deeper into the wet warmth slowly surrounding it.
It was too slow. Hiro glanced down, green eyes locking with blue, as K took the last of Hiro. The auburn youth moaned and threw his head back again, a muscle was in a spasm somewhere in reaction to how the sight had affected him.

Hiro could feel his member pulsing, and the warmth of K’s tongue running along the underside did not help to cease to frustration, teasing him further as he attempted again and failed to reach oblivion.
“K…” Hiro groaned again trying again to arch up into the blond’s heat.

K chuckled around Hiro’s member, causing the youth to gasp at the action, just before K started to move, drawing all the way back up to the top before plunging down. Hiro yelled this time, as K repeated the action again, and again, and again.

He was getting closer with every turn. Giving all thought up to the dark Hiro focused on nothing but the feeling as his blood came to a steady boil before exploding sending him over the edge, stealing a shout from his throat.

A single moment of pure ecstasy, a minute of bliss and pleasure before he wound back down, finding his body feeling slick with sweat and satiated. He could hear K breathing hard, he was still sitting between his legs. There was not much white on the sheets so he must have swallowed most of it.

Somewhere during those last few minutes, K’s hair had fallen out of its pony tail leaving a shroud of gold all around him, some falling over his shoulders. A light sheen of sweat coated his body as well; his lightly pink lips slightly parted for breath, his blue eyes half closed and glazed over. He still had his pants on and a sizable bulge had appeared at the junction of his legs.

Hiro sat up, K lookied up to meet his eyes. “Stand up for a minute.” Hiro requested. K obeyed and stood by the edge of the pullout bed. Hiro’s hands went to his pants, undoing them and pulling them down. He smirked a little as he noted that the blond went commando.

The blue-eyed gunman was sizable, as someone with his frame would be. He was a little larger than Hiro currently, no doubt because of age; that was what Hiro suspected anyway. It was leaking a little.

Leaving the pants discarded on the floor, Hiro reached forward and stroked the member slightly. It jerked a little at the action, earning him a hiss from K, blue eyes falling shut a moment for the feeling. “You have lube?” Hiro asked him.

K nodded as he staggered away and returned handing Hiro the small tube. There was a slightly quizzical look on his face since the walk to get the item seemed to have returned him to some semblance of mind. Hiro did not answer right away, favoring instead to reach forward and stroke K’s member again, bringing the older youth back to the full erection he had started to lose by walking.

K moaned, his hands coming up to grip Hiro’s shoulders as his legs started to shake. “I want you inside me,” Hiro told him. K looked a little shocked for a moment and Hiro responded to the look by leaning up to kiss K lightly on the lips.

The blond responded a moment later, pushing Hiro back onto the pullout. His hips almost fell down onto Hiro’s, their lengths grinding against one another, wrenching a groan from both boys as they broke their kiss.

Hiro bucked up against K. “Now.” He gasped. K nuzzled against Hiro’s neck and Hiro rubbed himself upwards against the older youth, “K… now…”

He gasped when he felt a cool finger prodding gently at his entrance, slowly sliding into him. K kissed him again, swallowing Hiro’s moan as a second finger slipped into him stretching slightly. It felt a little fast, but the heat was returning to his body as he could feel his member starting to throb against K’s equally hard organ.

He could barely feel the intrusion searching as he concentrated everything on the returning heat as well as the taste of K’s mouth over his. Something in him was stroked very carefully, causing fire to sear straight through Hiro’s body, bringing him back to full erection as he moaned, arching up against K.

The blond broke the kiss briefly, his fingers slipping easily out only to be replaced by the thick, pulsing heat of his member. Hiro cried out upon entry, gripping at the sheets he and K had put on the pullout together just a short time ago.

For a moment, everything stilled, the pace put to a temporary halt. Hiro opened his eyes having had adjusted already, but K was not moving yet. He was waiting for Hiro’s affirmation and the auburn boy nodded after a moment and the blond grinned.

The fires from before reared suddenly as K pulled out and plunged back in. He was fast and strong. Hiro could barely keep up with him, combined with whatever the blond had stroked earlier always being hit dead on, so that light and flames seemed to consume him with every thrust.

Someone was moaning and crying out, Hiro was pretty sure it was not him, but it was hard to believe it might have been K either. Everything outside the mounting feeling was obsolete, the feeling of molten heat flooding through him at every impale, spiraling higher and hotter. He felt as if his skin might melt away soon, but the sweat covering his entire body might prevent that. Yet, it was not cooling him down and he did not think that he even wanted to be cooled. He wanted that heat to reach its peak and go over the edge, but even with this intensity, he did not seem to make it there.

Hiro cried out in frustration, but he could not hear himself because blood was pounding in his ears. K was still pounding into him, but there was a sudden electric shock that ran through his body. It took Hiro a moment to realize that K was stroking him. However, this was hardly relevant anymore as he felt himself finally climbing closer to the oblivion, spurred on by electricity and fire, he finally made it past the point.

He knew he cried out, K’s name, vaguely he thought he heard someone call his own and then he felt a hot liquid fill his cave. He fell back on the bed, K must have pulled out of him because he felt the loss of the other boy’s warmth before the blond fell down to rest on his side. Both of their breaths were quicker than usual, but that was a normal occurrence after such activities.

Hiro turned on his side and put an arm around K, snuggling a little closer to the warmth. This was nice, Hiro thought with a smile.

K lay still a moment nuzzled up against Hiro to stay warm. That was when he heard it, “I love you, K,” these were the words Hiro had whispered before he had dropped off to sleep. K waited a bit longer to make sure the youth was truly asleep before he pulled away from the partial embrace that Hiro held him in.

Hiro visibly winced, sensing the loss of K’s warmth. K let his hand drop to stroke Hiro’s hair. It was a little damp from sweat, but it was drying fast. It was soft to touch and thick. Lying back down on the bed, he studied the youth’s sleeping face.

‘I love you, K,’

K sighed. Sitting up, he shook his head before standing and walking back into the kitchen. The pie was still out and it was getting cold. He picked up the container and dumped it in the trash. Heading back to the bed, he saw that Hiro had curled up into a little ball in his absence. K noted the white liquid coating the sheets, between the youth’s legs and also on his stomach.

He would offer him a shower in the morning; at least their clothes were relatively undamaged. He pulled a blanket up over him before heading for him bathroom and a shower for himself; Hiro had gotten some white on his stomach as well.

The hot water helped to wash away the sweat and Hiro’s essence. Shutting of the water and toweling himself off, he headed back to his living room. Hiro was still asleep, but why wouldn’t he be?

‘I love you, K,’

K sat down on the bedside and leaned down by the auburn boy’s head, pressing his lips gently to his forehead in a soft kiss.

“I’m sorry Hiro…”

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