In the Steel Gray Morning

Disclaimer: I own nothing and that includes these wonderful characters. *Yummy Mr. Hijikata* You can try and sue, but again, I own nothing.
Author\'s note: OkitaXHijikata. This is my first PMK fanfic. Rated NC-17 for explicit description of M/M sex (or, at least I tried) Please R&R.

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I could hear the soft pat of slim feet and the rustle of his kimono as he knelt by the side of my futon.

\"Mr. Hijikata.\" He called, playfully stretching out the syllables of my name. I just grunt and pulled the blanket higher around my head. Next came the soft prod of fingers in the middle of my back and then the same playful calling of my name. \"Mr. Hijikata?\" I open my eyes this time but still pretend to ignore him.

I feel his fingers lightly trace the shell my ears before I feel the moist press of his lips against it and his seductive whisper, \"Toshi, do you plan on spending the morning in bed?\" And then a soft giggle before he adds, \"Alone?\"

I turn then; coming face to face with the man I call my lover. Again I\'m amazed at the delicate beauty of him. Big, brown eyes brimming with mischief, that soft nearly translucent skin and those lips...those soft, pink lips turned up into a devilish smile and waiting to wreck havoc. I feel my breath catch as he leans over me and I\'m lost in the silky strands of long blue-black hair, engulfed in the exotic scent of those locks.

His sigh floats over my lips seconds before his mouth descends upon mine. I gently cup the back of his head, holding him to me as our tongues begin their slow, erotic duel. I hear his soft gasp as his slender fingers grip my shoulders. I pull him across my body and tangle my fingers in his hair, angling him for a deeper, hungrier kiss.

His hands slide down my shoulders and slips beneath my kimono. Gently, restlessly he caresses my chest, fingers teasing over the sensitive buds of my nipples. I push his hair aside and suck at his neck, enjoying the soft moans that are coaxed from his throat. With my tongue, I trace patterns from his neck to the tendon of his shoulder, arousing him with my knowledge of his body.

I feel the leap of his erection as I press my thigh between his legs and slowly rub. He shifts so that his thigh now lies against my own throbbing flesh. Then, knowing how this excites him, I playfully sink my teeth into the sensitive area where neck meets shoulder and he goes weak with desire.

I roll him beneath me, he blinks up at me, beautiful brown eyes bright and heavy-lidded with want. His lips are now rosy and swollen with my kisses, his skin flushed and moist with excitement. \"Mr. Hijikata,\" he murmurs. The formality of my name keeping me primed.

\"Yes, Souji?\" I whisper against his lips.

\"Hmm...? Oh, nothing.\" He answers, looking dazed and delicious. Unable to resist, I lean down and drink from his tempting mouth.

\"Mmm...\" He moans. His arms rise to draw me into his embrace. As usual, he makes me smile at his adorable eagerness. I laugh silently as he sucks at my lips and tongue with obvious enjoyment. It reminds me of the way he always savors his favorite sweets.

I pull away to catch my breath and to look upon him. His hair mussed and tangled about us. His eyes closed, the color high on his cheeks. His lips parted to release the gasping breaths that have his chest heaving. I note that my own breathing is none too steady.

I reach down to untie his obi and I part his kimono, slowly, dragging out the moment where I unveil his pale perfection to my eager eyes. I lean forward to take an erect, cinnamon colored bud between my teeth, running my tongue across the sensitive tip. He arches against me, hands tightening in my hair as holds me against him. I nip him a little harder, eliciting a cry of pleasure from him. His fingers scrabble to remove my clothes and soon we are laying bare flesh to bare flesh.

His cock presses against my stomach and he undulates slightly, letting it\'s weeping tip leave a wet trail along my skin. I kiss my way down his body, stopping here and there to tease a pattern onto sensitive flesh. A nip here, a bite there, a lingering kiss at his navel before I dip my tongue within the delicate indentation.

I blow my breath across the straining head of his erection before moving further down to taunt the inside of his quivering thighs. My hands cup his ass as I gently nip at the heavy sac of his balls and my thumb teases at the puckered ring of flesh between his tight cheeks. I hear his breath catch in his throat and release on a long moan.

I wrap my fingers around his pulsing member and softly kiss the drenched tip, tasting the salty emission of his excitement. I let my lips hover just above that ripe morsel, watching him writhe and try to lift his hips that bare fraction of an inch to my mouth but I hold him in place.

\"Toshi, stop teasing me.\" He begs, pulling my hair in his frustration.

\"You\'re one to talk.\" I laugh before taking him fully into the wet heat of my mouth. I softly hum before I begin to run my tongue along the sensitive underside of his dick. One hand moves to cup his balls, as the other hand begins a slow stroke up and down the length between my lips and the base.

I take more of him into my mouth and begin a torturous routine of sucking his cock and massaging his sacs in time to the suction of my mouth. He goes wild beneath me; his hips pumping, trying to push himself deeper into my mouth. The deep moans and gasps that fall from his lips strengthening the pounding ache in my own loins. I groan around the fullness in my mouth, causing him to cry out as the vibration sends a shaft of sensation through his already sexually heightened body. I watch him as he raises his hand and bites the tip of his thumb in hopes of stifling his more vocal expressions of enjoyment.

Slowly, I lift my head, letting him slide inch by excruciating inch out of my mouth. His breath has turned into short, ragged pants; his skin was slick and glistening. Damp tendrils of hair framed his gorgeous face.

With a sexy smile and open arms, he beckons to me. I fall, willingly, pridelessly, without hesitation and capture his lips in a hungry kiss that confesses my mad desire, my love, for him. Coyly, he stares up at me from beneath his dusky lashes and with a shy smile, his lifts my hand to his lips and takes my finger into his mouth. He teases the digit with his wicked little tongue before he begins a slow sucking that has my cock vibrating in response.

He wraps his legs around my waist and gives me another one of those beguiling looks from beneath his long lashes. I fumble under the futon for the small vial of almond oil and grin as I see his nose twitch at the sweet fragrance. He holds out his hands and I shake my head “no”, knowing I wouldn’t outlast the experience of his eager fondling.

I position myself at his entrance, tenderly pushing past the tight resistance. He bites his bottom lip and arches his back allowing me to slide further in. With one last thrust, I find myself fully sheathed in his body, the inner muscles already working to caress the heated length. We both cry out at the indescribable ecstasy of this moment. I adjust his legs, so that his thighs now lie in the bend of my elbows and I can lean forward to press kisses upon his face and chest.

“Ahhh…Toshi,” He cries out, “Mmmm…yes…harder, deeper…Ohhhhh…”

I move my hips faster, my breath bellowing out of my lungs. I’m lost in the scent of his skin, the muskiness of sex permeating the air. I’m lost in the feel of his tight channel milking my turgid manhood as I slide wetly between his thighs. I grow more frantic at the sound of moist, bare skin slapping against moist, bare skin. He reaches between us and begins to stroke his cock in concert with the thrusting of our bodies.

He whimpers, “Toshi, Toshi, Toshi…” and with a cry of, “Mr. Hijikata!” He comes. His body bucks and arches beneath mine, I feel the wetness of his seed on my stomach and chest. With a final, rough thrust, I cry out and pour myself into him.

I collapse against him, both of our breaths ragged in the steamy air. We hold each other in the steel gray quiet of the morning, listening to the rain fall against the tiled roof. Listening as our breathing begins to slow. Listening as our racing pulses and pounding hearts begin to slow.

I look up at him from where my head lays pillowed upon his chest. He smiles, the gleam in his eyes devilish.

“So, Mr. Hijikata,” He drawls languidly, “does that rate it’s own Haiku?”

“Souji!” I growl, swallowing his shout of laughter with a kiss of retribution.

THE END