Gemstone Eyes

A/N- Part deux of the lemon-athon... Some japanese you might want to know: Irete- \"Please put it in\"; Hoshii- \"I want it\"

Again....enjoy!
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“I know you’re anxious to finish yourself off…but I thought I was getting fucked tonight.” Amethyst eyes stared blankly at him, and Yohji smiled, watching Aya come back from the brink as they filled with a predatory hunger. “You want me to lay down now, or what?” Aya thought for a minute.

“Lube. Now.” He was flashed a cocky grin as Yohji flipped on his stomach and hung over the side of the bed, reaching underneath it. Aya stared. Too tempting. Too easy.

As softly and stealthily as the cat that was his code-namesake, he inched forward on the bed, then pounced, his hands spreading Yohji’s cheeks apart, his tongue gliding over the flesh revealed. He heard a yelp from somewhere under the bed as Yohji tensed and jerked, promptly falling off the bed. Smirking, Aya peeked over the edge just as a muffled voice proclaimed, “got it”. Yohji squirmed back out from under the bed and frowned playfully at him.


“Must it always be mouth things with you?” He handed him the unopened tube. It was cherry. Aya frowned.

“Unopened? Surely there’s one you had in an easier place that we should use up first…” Upon realizing that this implied that their current activities were going to be happening frequently enough to go through the rest of a tube of lube and start on another, Aya blushed softly and shut his mouth with an audible ‘click’. Yohji simply sat down and pushed the tube into his hand, voicing his secret softly.

“Can’t. I’ve been saving this one.” Aya looked up at him strangely.

“Saving it? What kind of thing does one save lube for?” Before it was out of his mouth, he had a sneaking suspicion. Yohji’s easy grin came sheepishly this time, which only furthered it.

“This is my ‘Save Me because maybe one day you’ll have Sex with Aya’ tube.” He laughed softly. “It was a fond, very wet dream when I first bought it…and now, I finally get to use it.” The honey-blonde looked up to find his beloved staring at him oddly. “What?” Aya shook his head, but his eyes twinkled and Yohji could see the corners of his lips fighting not to turn upwards. Aya pointed to the head of the bed.

“Lay there. On your side.” Yohji obediently crawled up, but Aya could sense the nerves rolling off his partner in waves. He curled up behind Yohji and wrapped his arms around his chest to hug him. “Relax, Yotan. I’m going to do everything in my power to make this not hurt. But you are going to have to relax, or else no amount of preparation I do is going to help.” He pressed kisses to the back of Yohji’s neck and shoulders as he let him out of the embrace, bringing his hands back to open the fat tube. Yohji heard the pop, and heard the slightly off noise as Aya squirted a dollop out. Aya was silent behind him for a few moments, and Yohji cleared his throat.

“I have done this before, Ran…you don’t have to go too easy on me.” He lifted his body up as he felt an arm trying to wriggle its way underneath him. Aya nudged the back of his thigh with a bony knee, and Yohji obediently moved the appendage forward. Aya’s calloused fingertips, cut from his own blade and healed over many times, curled up from the space between his waist and the mattress and drifted down his stomach. Yohji sucked in a breath.

It became a gasp as that lube-slick hand wrapped around his flesh. His hips bucked slightly, but then the felt the tip of a slick finger brush over him. He tensed. He knew better than to do it, but he did it anyway. Aya made a soft noise from behind him.

“Sorry, Ayan…I just couldn’t help it.” A kiss was pressed to his neck.

“Stay still and relax Yotan.” The smooth voice was deep and soothing, and Aya’s hand on his length started to stroke him softly. Yohji found himself relaxing despite himself, his eyes slipping closed as he let out a quiet moan. He didn’t notice when his hips started pressing back against the fingertip repeatedly passing over his anus, but Aya did. Aya noticed the tiny murmurs that would leave his lover’s lips each time he pushed back. It made his toes curl.


Gently, carefully, he applied pressure to the well-oiled ring. Yohji paused, then, making Aya proud, he relaxed again, and Aya’s finger slipped in. The redhead let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding and showered Yohji’s neck and shoulder with kisses until the older man snickered and tried to shrug him off.

“Stop it, Ran…your eyelashes tickle.” Yohji was joking, so Aya figured everything must be all right. The playboy was relaxed around his finger, and Aya began to search deeper with the digit. As it turned out, Yohji surprised the swordsman yet again.

“To the right, Aya….now up….no…in just a litt—AAH!” Amazed that Yohji knew how to direct him to his pleasure spot, Aya rewarded him by stroking it softly. Yohji shuddered against him, hips rocking back against the invading finger, then forward into the loose cage of Aya’s fist. Moans were pouring from the honey-skinned man’s throat now, and Aya wickedly began a firmer stroke against the little gland.

“RANnnngh!!” Yohji panted, pushing his hips back. It felt so damn good. So much better than doing it himself. That was just an awkward angle to bend at, make no mistake about it. His breath hitched when Aya’s hand tightened around his erection, and his mind went so fuzzy that it barely registered the pain of a second finger being added. He felt it when Aya scissored those fingers though, and he let out a groan that wasn’t quite pleasure. The man at his back apologized softly, kissing his shoulder again.

“Gomen nasai, Yohji, but I have to do this to help make it better later. Just stay relaxed.” Aya continued to drone on soothingly as he stretched Yohji’s entrance as gently as he knew how. Every once in awhile he would press deep and hit that spot again, and Yohji would yelp and shiver in his arms.



Finally it was enough. Yohji was bucking back against the three fingers Aya had buried in him, and moaning the entire time.

“Ayaaaannnnnn…I want you!” The bright body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and the younger assassin had already had to pull his lover back from the brink twice. It was just as well, Aya supposed; he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to last, buried inside Yohji.

He couldn’t believe this was finally going to happen. It hit him suddenly that they really hadn’t known their interest was mutual that long, and Aya had a fleeting moment of wondering whether this should be happening so soon, even though it felt like it had taken forever. But his brain went on autopilot as Yohji moaned his name again, and clenched his muscles around Aya’s fingers.

Yohji felt the hand on his arousal leave, sliding back underneath his body, and groaned. Now was not the time for Aya to leave him like this! Then he felt something pressing against him, something hot and slick and much bigger than Aya’s fingers had been. His bedmate pushed his leg further up towards his chest, and then a pale leg was draped over his. Yohji stared at it, his breath refusing to come to his aid. It was going to happen. His heart began to pound as Aya’s thigh tensed, and then Yohji felt a feeling of gloriously aching pain as Aya slid inside him.

A tightly voiced “Relax, Yohji!” flitted through his senses, and Yohji did indeed try his best to relax muscles he didn’t know had tensed. As he did, he felt it slide deeper within him, and he shivered, moaning. Aya gulped in breath behind him, and suddenly kisses were being pressed to his neck again.

“Are you okay?” It took all Aya’s power to wait and ask the question. Yohji was unearthly hot and tight like a velvet-lined vice around him. He panted, his hands going back around Yohji and petting all up and down his chest, his stomach, and his arms. One hand went to Yohji’s erection again, and he rested his chin on his lover’s shoulder. Yohji’s arm drifted up and hooked around his shoulder as the blonde turned and kissed him hotly.

“I’m…fine…Ran, move!” Aya complied immediately. Once started, the swordsman couldn’t hold back. His first thrust was slow, as gentle as he could make it, but when Yohji let out a noise that was half growl, half moan, and pushed narrow golden hips back to meet his slender porcelain ones, that was all he could take. With a snarl, he pulled Yohji’s back tight against his chest, and began to push deeper, the near-tenderness he had showed at first fading quickly into rough urgency. Yohji writhed against his chest, hips grinding back against his, head resting back against Aya’s shoulder with his eyes screwed shut. It felt inhumanly good. Aya growled, pushing both Yohji’s leg and his own further up before pulling back and truly pounding into his partner.


Pleasure lanced through him like a white-hot needle. And he knew what that felt like. This sizzled along his nerves, frying his brain, and he stiffened, his free hand burying itself in the sheets, clenching into a fist. A startled cry he didn’t even recognize as his own ripped from his throat. He felt Aya pause, and his heart stopped.

“Iie!!! Iie, Ran!! Irete!! Hoshii!!!” He ground his hips back against the younger man’s, and another burst of pleasure shot through him as the head of Aya’s erection pushed against his prostate again. “Don’t stop Ran! Please! I want it!” He was beyond mindless as he heard Aya’s soft snarl, and felt the man pull back again, then his bony hips pistoned forward and Yohji was floating in pleasure again. This was so different than before! This was…amazing!

Aya’s lust and want grew to a dangerous height at the feel of Yohji’s passage tightening around him, and the utter hedonistic wantonness of Yohji’s hips grinding back against his own. He began to suck on the golden neck instead of kiss it, occasionally nipping sharply at the sweaty skin. Yohji’s cries drowned out his own small grunts of pleasure, and for that he was grateful. But this needed to hurry. Aya already felt the tight knot of pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in the pit of his stomach. His balls were drawing up tight to his body as he slammed into Yohji’s willing body again, drawing another wail from the man in front of him. He watched in lustful delight as Yohji’s entire body flushed, and relished the feeling of a hand tightening in his hair as he began to move his own in counterpoint to his hard thrusts. His lover cried out again in a broken voice, obviously trying to make words, but his attempt failed. His gasping effort spurred Aya on, and he fisted Yohji’s length even tighter, the pace of both his hand and his hips increasing.


His mind was blanking. There was nothing else in the entire world except Aya’s hand around him, and Aya within him. Nothing else mattered except the searing pleasure his Ran was giving him in abundance. Yohji tried again to beg his lover to please hurry, he was so close…but nothing came out except hoarse moans. His throat hurt from crying out, and his body was trembling from near-exhaustion, but he pulled from reserves of energy he hadn’t even known were there. Aya sped up yet again, his pace keeping an almost constant pressure on the spot that had Yohji melting like golden butter, all over Aya’s chest.

“Ohh….ohhh….Aya….Aya…. Oh Ran! Oh please…” His balls pulled up tight and his body went rigid as Aya slammed into him with a low growling groan.

“Yohji!” The redhead gasped. “This is no….fucking…time…to hold out! Stamina or no, let,” a sharp thrust, and Aya thought he was going to die, “it,” another hard one, and Yohji cried out and went taut against him, “go!” He slammed in again, and knew it was over. He must have hit Yohji straight on because the lithe body convulsed, and a rough-voiced wail ripped from Yohji’s throat. When he felt warmth spill over his hand, he pushed in deep on final time and let the tight coil within him release. It reared up like a wave and crashed over him, pulling him under, drowning him. He came hard, burying his face in golden neck to muffle the cry. It felt like his life was pouring out of him into Yohji, and yet he didn’t care. The rapture was so exquisite that he thought it would never end, and that these tidal waves of excruciating esctacy would take him over for all time. Just as he thought he couldn’t take anymore without letting out more than a stifled cry, it was over.


Both men collapsed against each other, panting heavily. Aya wrapped his arms around Yohji and held him close as they both trembled with the force of their release. Yohji, somehow, found the energy to turn in Aya’s arms, and wrapped his own around the slender man. They stayed like that for awhile, simply coming down from the high they had been taken to, and enjoying their well-deserved afterglow cuddled in each other’s arms. Yohji was the first to break the silence.

“Ran….that was amazing. If…that’s what it feels like every time I’m with you, I’ll never ask for anything more than that.” Aya looked at him sleepily, his eyes at half-mast. He suppressed a yawn and curled closer to the strong body of his partner.

“You don’t have to….every time…we don’t have to…” Aya yawned, his eyes sliding shut, and Yohji’s mind was too tired and fuzzy to register curiosity. He nuzzled the top of Aya’s head and pressed a kiss to the sweaty forehead.

“Ran, you know I love you, ne?” Yohji finally let his head lay on the pillow and yawned. When no answer was forthcoming, he opened his eyes again, searching out Aya’s in confusion. His questioning eyes softened when when they alit on Aya’s sleeping face. He was struck again with how innocent and so completely normal his beloved looked when asleep. Seeing him so comfortable like this, wrapped in Yohji’s own arms, there was no way the older man could be miffed that his question went unanswered. Besides, in a way, the happy smile on Aya’s face was answer enough.


TBC.....
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