Ties

Written and posted in "chronological" order. While these short stories in no way contradict each other, they are not intentionally meant to exist in the same universe.

Prompt: jenriv89, "Taki/Goh post-canon smut."
Characters: Taki, Goh (Goh x Taki)
Warnings: Spoilers for the end of the manga; smut.
Summary: Taki and Goh return from their honeymoon and straight into bed for a passionate night of lovemaking.
Notes: Prize fic for participation in the Yellow Fandom Community Holiday Contest 2007 at the LiveJournal Community, cafe_roost. The title is inspired by the song, "Entwined" by Lacuna Coil (I seem to listen to them a lot when I write Yellow ficcage).


Entwined

Bags and shoes were discarded at the door. One had to wonder if they would become a trip hazard in the morning, but right now other things were more important. They'd just barely made it to the bedroom, Taki's because it was closer, and now clothing seemed the only hindrance left.

They'd only been back in Japan a couple of hours, but already they were becoming comfortable at home together. Well, "comfortable" was an understatement. Perhaps it was the long flight, separating their bodies for over a dozen hours when they had become so accustomed to embracing one another for that much time in the average day on their trip, but right now nothing was going to stop them from entwining themselves on Taki's bed.

The first time they'd made love it had been on this bed. Taki, unbelievably enough, had initiated it. It seemed so long ago, the long year of Taki's resistance to this relationship almost an anecdote to their shared happiness of being together now.

The only worry on Taki's mind at the moment, as Goh stripped him of his last article of clothing, his pants, was whether or not they shut the front door all the way. It wasn't that he was embarrassed at being found out having a homosexual relationship with his partner and roommate. Everyone at Roost knew about them already and they were really the only people who would ever come up to their apartment at all. And it was strange for him to feel any sense of discomfort at having his romantic involvements exposed, though he supposed that he'd been uncomfortable with Goh's advances for so long, in general resistance to them, that perhaps it was simply a carryover from that. It was also quite possible that, unlike all of his previous lovers, Goh wasn't some sort of prize that he wanted everyone to know about, to prove his prowess as a man. Goh was more important to him than that, and that made him deeply possessive in a way he had never known himself to be before. He simply did not want to share this intimacy with anyone else. It was their time, their space, and he wouldn't stand for outsiders' encroachment on it. He'd never admit this to anyone, however, least of all Goh.

Goh, for his part, was also jealously possessive of Taki, but in a seriously open way. He did want everyone to know that Taki was his, and would probably gladly welcome intruders into their home to witness his conquest of his partner and now lover.

The fact that the two of them could arrive at the same conclusion from two completely different angles was what complimented them, made them each whole. The act of making love, in a way, was therefore simply the physical manifestation of that wholeness.

But neither of them really thought about it that way. They desired each other's bodies and because they both found pleasure in them, they pursued and experienced the act.

Goh stripped himself of the last article of his own clothing and pressed himself against the other man. He loved the feeling of Taki's well-toned flesh under his, and pressed more firmly into it. Usually they were much more playful in bed, but for some reason tonight a burning hunger had overtaken them, rendering any potential for teasing each other impossible.

Perhaps it was a reaction to the meaningfulness of the evening. It was their first night at home together as a legitimate couple. Their first night together as lovers was full of desperate need, and was not the foundation of a stable relationship, but they'd weathered those issues, had spent time alone with one another, as lovers, away from home and now they were back, together.

Tonight was somewhat of a mirror of their first night together, only, as a reflection, it reversed the image, still of lovemaking, but instead of desperation, it showed healthy affection and instead of a night that was doomed to tragic parting in the morning, there would be things like breakfast and a shared shower.

Goh had to stop himself from remembering and repeating all of the ways in which he touched Taki that first night. The night was meaningful in its parallels with their first, but he didn't want it to be exactly the same; as they say, variety is the spice of life. While it seemed impossible that their time together could ever become boring or repetitive, it was better to be safe than sorry.

Goh's fingers were already inside Taki. The other man was writhing beautifully and it was almost enough to drive Goh over the edge just watching the effects his ministrations were having on his lover. He gently stroked Taki as he worked, not just in the obvious places, but all over: his hips and thighs, the contours of his chest, the nape of his neck.

And to his amazement, Taki began touching him in return. Goh closed his eyes against the other's hands on his shoulders. Taki caressed down Goh's shoulder blades, the fingers of both hands brushing briefly at the small of his back before sliding around his hips to the front and meeting again.

That was enough to stop Goh in his tracks.

"Goh..."

"Hah...?"

"Now..."

That was all the interaction they needed. In a flash Goh had changed positions, grabbing one of Taki's legs and draping it over his arm. He positioned himself with an ease reflecting many years of experience, and drove into Taki with one swift motion.

The heat between them erupted into fire as Goh pounded heedlessly into his lover. Taki bucked and moaned, grabbing hold of the steel bars on the headboard, the bed shaking erratically against the force. The anchor of his hands allowed the other man even greater leverage with which to thrust into him. Goh shifted his angle just slightly on one instroke and heard Taki cry out. He'd found the right place and on each subsequent forward thrust he exploited it again and again.

Taki was on the verge, he could feel it, and wanting desperately to push him over the edge Goh leaned forward, panting as he continued to move. He rested his free hand in the crook of Taki's thigh, unbearably close to the place where the two of them where connected. His pace increased in fervor and attention to the places inside Taki that reacted the most.

Listening to the cadence of Taki's breaths and moans, he at last felt himself approaching the same height. With a moaning sigh he called out to his lover, "Taki... I love you, Taki."

It was all the other man needed to hear to reach his climax. Goh followed him over the precipice only a moment later. They lay, panting in each others arms for several minutes, enjoying the feel of one another's bodies, entwined in bed, together at last.


1151 words
3/17/08