Rock and Roll Chronicles

Title: Songs and Passion’s Rainbow
Rating: NC-17
A/N: AU, 3/12 vignettes featuring Rockstar!Fuji. This one is a little more serious than the others but I promise, no angst:)

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Gold.

That’s the color that flashes behind Fuji’s closed lids as Tezuka’s soft lips press wet kisses down the length of his spine. His knuckles are white from the tight grips he has on the slats of the headboard. Hi face is pressed into the pillow beneath his head, its feathery softness muffling his ragged gasps and moans as his lover presses inside his willing body and lays his muscled chest along his back.

Tezuka nuzzles aside silken hair, darkened to the rich amber of expensive whiskey by sweat, with his nose and breaths deeply of the dampened skin that reminds him of the color green: of sandalwood, pines and the deep, earthy scent of the forest. He runs his tongue along the vulnerable nape before nipping the delicate skin sharply with a possessive growl, staking his claim as he raises a bruise on the honey-toned flesh.

Fuji moans, his back arching and his cock twitching, spilling a silvery thread of precum to the black silk sheets. His velvet voice is husky with desire as he demands satisfaction, “Ah, God, move…Mitsu. Now.”

Tezuka smiles, his lips a satin drag against the heated flesh of Fuji’s neck, and he pulls out. Slowly. And sheaths himself again. Slowly. His gentle, clever fingers tease at Fuji’s hardened nipple; pulling, pinching, rolling as his other hand rubs soothing circles on his stomach, those fingers dipping playfully into the divot of his belly button.

“Sing for me, my little songbird.” Tezuka whispers hotly in Fuji’s ear, his tongue licking along the delicate shell. His teeth tug on the small, gold hoop that adorns his ears, that talented tongue playing with the flesh between it and the small ruby stud he also wears.

“Mmmm…” Fuji moans deeply. His blue eyes, darkened to sapphire by pleasure, stares blindly at the streaks of the cream colored walls that peak through the open slats of the rich, cherrywood headboard.
“Yes…just like that. Sing for me again.” Tezuka demands as he grabs Fuji’s hip and thrusts harder, striking Fuji’s prostate.

“Ahhhh…Mitsu!” He cries out as sparks of orange and yellow kaleidoscope across his vision and dance like flames.

“Syusuke…” Tezuka pants, pressing kisses to the Fuji’s damp cheek.

Fuji turns his head and to capture Tezuka’s lips in a kiss. Their tongues play for domination into the wet, sweet cavern of each others mouth. He whimpers a protest when Tezuka pulls away from the kiss and the tight clasp of his body. His world is suddenly a blur of muted tones as he is rolled onto his back. He closes his eyes to orient himself and cries out as Tezuka gives a powerful push past the furled entrance of his body.

“Mitsu…” Fuji moans as his body shudders at the pleasure roiling through it. He opens his eyes and finds himself staring into the dark chocolate eyes of his lover. He smiles, his fingers brushing aside the mussed strands of his dark hair and tracing a bead of perspiration as it slips from his temple to drip off his chin.

Tezuka drinks in the beautiful, wanton vision before him and is once more reminded of honey: from the spill of hair and sheened skin that seemingly glows against the dark sheets to the slow, steady leak of Fuji’s erection. Tezuka runs a finger up the hot shaft from the base to the head and watches as Fuji’s raises his fist to his mouth to stifle the sound of his agonizing pleasure.

“No, Songbird, I like the way you sing.” Tezuka teases and removes the offending hand from Fuji’s mouth.

He traces Fuji’s lush, kiss swollen lips with a finger still wet from his essence and tightens his hand around the thick cock as he rocks into Fuji’s body. His eyes follow Fuji’s every move as the lithe body writhes and eagerly meets every thrust of his. He watches as the slender fingers clench tightly around the sheets and that beautiful mouths falls open to drag in panting gasps of air.

Fuji closes his eyes as another moan slips from between his parted lips, and Tezuka swallows the sound with a greedy kiss. Fuji reaches out and grips Tezuka’s shoulders, his finger slipping on the slick skin. His hands seek, and find, Tezuka’s and their fingers entwine. He wraps his legs around Tezuka’s waist and Tezuka sinks deeper into the tight, intimate embrace.

Tezuka pins Fuji’s hands above his head, their fingers still entwined. He raises to his knees and spreads them for balance and to change the angle of his thrusts. His name is a whisper, hot in his ear and his teeth latch onto the curve between neck and shoulder, leaving another mark of ownership on the flushed skin.

Fuji sees red as the world explodes and his body arches and shudders with the force of his release. Unintelligible words and cries spill from his mouth with the ease of the seed that now covers his and Tezuka’s body.

The cadenced milking of Fuji’s body around his cock and the tight, wet friction against awakened nerves end Tezuka’s control and he roughly pistons into Fuji before find his own climax with a growl.

Fuji smiles and presses kisses to Tezuka’s neck and shoulder as they both come down from the rush of white hot pleasure. Breathing slows and evens out, sweat begins to cool and dry on skin still slightly feverish. Tezuka shifts the bulk his weight off of Fuji, but they still remain tightly pressed together. He releases one of Fuji’s hands after placing a kiss upon the knuckle and gently sweeps aside disheveled locks from sated blue eyes and lax, smiling lips.

Fuji stretches with the languid grace of a cat and murmurs contentedly. His freed arm drapes Tezuka’s shoulder, his fingers curling possessively around his nape. They each instinctively adjust to each others rhythm; no words spoken, or needed, between them.

The full moon, shining through gauzy curtains, paints the room and the two lovers golden in its light.

End