First of May

Fandom: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon (anime)
Date Finished: May 21st, 2005
Classification: Romance, PWP, Humor
Pairing: Seiya/Yaten
Rating: NC-17
Note: Written for the 2005 Chasin’ After You fanfiction and fanart contest. Response to a challenge, I believe from the AdoptAPlotBunny mailing list, to somehow incorporate the theme ‘May - The Merry Month of Masturbation.’ Also response to an opening line challenge on the same mailing list.

First of May
By Elsewhere
elsewherecw@shaw.ca

Disclaimer: The universe and characters aren’t mine. How shocking, eh?

Distribution: If you want this story for any page other than the ones I’ve sent it to, please ask me first, so I know where it goes.

Spoilers: For the Sailor Stars season.

Summary: Seiya and Yaten celebrate a somewhat odd human holiday on a hot summer’s day.

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\"Hey, you tired of masturbating yet?\"

Yaten poked his head out of the kitchen, his nose wrinkled.

\"What *are* you watching!?\" he asked, not daring to look towards the television despite his curiosity at the strange phrase he’d just heard come from it.

\"Porn,\" Seiya said, without looking away from the TV.

\"I figured as much,\" Yaten said, adopting a look of deeper disgust. \"Do you have to admit it so readily?\"

\"Why, something wrong with it?\" Seiya called back distractedly, and Yaten rolled his eyes.

He wanted to go back to his homework, to ignore Seiya and his obscene movie, but some sort of masochistic impulse led him to make his way out into the living room instead. Still keeping his eyes from looking towards the TV, he wandered over to the couch and picked up the video’s box.

\"May - The Merry Month of Masturbation,\" he read aloud, and as he finished reading it, his eyebrows spiked towards his hairline. \"Humans have such strange holidays!\"

\"I think it’s a joke, Yaten,\" Seiya said, sounding amused.

Yaten started, eyes widening as he glanced down at Seiya. He hadn’t been aware that Seiya was paying any attention to him, but at some point, Seiya had stopped watching the TV, and he was now looking up at Yaten, his sapphire eyes twinkling with merriment.

\"Oh,\" Yaten said, trying to ignore the fact that he was blushing slightly even as he casually dropped the case. \"I knew that.\"

\"Of course you did,\" Seiya agreed with a smirk, before he finally turned his eyes back towards the TV. Again, following some instinct that he couldn’t control, Yaten’s eyes followed Seiya’s gaze.

His eyes instantly widened, in spite of himself.

The screen was currently occupied almost entirely by a from-the-top view of a woman’s genitals, and what was presumably the woman’s own hand, which was…occupied.

There was something strangely fascinating about the wet, sucking noises coming from the TV speakers…

Yaten abruptly found himself sitting on the couch, his knees having buckled beneath him.

\"Wh-wh-wha…\" he started, nonsensically, his eyes still locked on the scene before him.

\"What?\" Seiya said, glancing at him.

Yaten was only finally pulled out of his daze by the sound of Seiya’s raucous laughter.

\"Wh…what’s so funny?\" he said, trying hard for indignation and failing, still sounding more overwhelmed than anything else. He finally managed to tear his eyes away from the TV screen to glare half-heartedly at Seiya.

\"Your face!\" Seiya said, hooting and holding his stomach.

\"Well, it’s just…I mean…\" Yaten sputtered, before giving up. \"Oh, never mind.\"

He got to his feet, a bit shakily, and started back towards the kitchen and his unfinished homework.

\"Aw, come on, Yaten…you don’t have to leave,\" Seiya called towards him, only sounding half serious. \"If it interests you…\"

\"It doesn’t interest me!!\" Yaten shouted, a little too emphatically.

\"Right,\" Seiya said with a chuckle.

Yaten blew out an irritated breath, unsettling his bangs, as he scraped back his chair and retook his seat at the kitchen table. His eyes glared at the homework spread out before him as though it were somehow at fault for the heat that remained at the tips of his ears.

He jumped, letting out a sound of shock, when he felt Seiya suddenly lean over him, resting a hand on the table.

\"I think…\" Seiya murmured teasingly, his lips lightly against Yaten’s temple, \"…that it does interest you.\"

\"What makes you think that?\" Yaten said, trying to sound haughty and wincing at the way his voice cracked slightly. Seiya was extremely warm against his back…far too warm for a hot summer’s day such as this.

\"It’s a lot easier to tell with guys than with girls,\" Seiya said, and Yaten felt himself turn bright red as Seiya tilted his head, quite obviously fixing his gaze on Yaten’s crotch.

Yaten hurriedly crossed his legs, and this time his voice squeaked into the higher registers as he retorted, \"That’s none of your business!\"

\"You’re right, it isn’t,\" Seiya agreed as he pulled back, and Yaten felt himself freeze as Seiya gently trailed his fingertips along Yaten’s heated cheek. Despite himself, Yaten shivered at the sensation.

\"But it could be if you want it to,\" Seiya added, his voice lowering.

Yaten wasn’t sure if he’d ever sat more stiff-backed than he did in that moment, while he fumbled and cursed inwardly, seeking an appropriate reply.

\"Wh…what do you mean by that?\" His voice was more breathless than he would have liked, but he counted himself lucky that he could draw breath at all, considering how hot he felt. Attempting to move surreptitiously, he tugged at the collar of his shirt, closing his eyes as he wondered whether he might just pass out.

\"Oh, I was just thinking we could celebrate a human holiday, for once,\" Seiya said, an obvious grin in his voice.

Yaten’s eyes flew open, and for another long moment he groped for rationality in silence. Finally, he closed his mouth and clenched his teeth, placed his hands against the table and pushed back his chair, and got up, turning around to face Seiya squarely. He ignored the blush he could still feel on his cheeks, summoning all his gumption as he glared at Seiya.

\"You must be really bored, if you think this sort of thing is funny,\" Yaten said, doing his best to frown disapprovingly.

\"Maybe,\" Seiya agreed with a shrug and a smile---a surprisingly sad little smile. Yaten blinked, and watched as Seiya turned and shuffled over to the fridge, retrieving himself a cold bottle of juice.

\"Maybe it’s just that heat gets to the brain,\" Seiya said, his voice a little quieter. \"You know, so that inhibitions suddenly don’t seem like inhibitions anymore.\"

Once again, Yaten found himself speechless. He wanted to say a hundred different things, ranging from \"What!?\" to \"But, Usagi…!\" to \"Yes…gods, yes\"…though he felt hesitant to acknowledge that last one.

Of course he’d always known that Seiya looked at him, sometimes in that particular way that never failed to make Yaten blush, no matter how stoic he tried to appear. But Seiya looked at all the pretty girls; Yaten had never seen any reason to take it seriously. He wasn’t sure he should take this seriously. But something about that sorrowful look on Seiya’s face a moment before…

He didn’t know what to do any more than he knew what to say, and he was aware that his time was running out to say or do something meaningful. Seiya was leaving, his feet still shuffling somewhat despondently as he made his way back out to the living room, back to his tape. It occurred to Yaten briefly, though he wasn’t sure if he was crazy for thinking so, that although Seiya hadn’t ever hidden his mild appreciation for the human ‘art form’ known as pornography, he’d never viewed it so openly, instead usually keeping his habit to himself in his room. Was this Seiya’s clumsy way of initiating seduction? Had he *meant* to draw Yaten’s attention, in a not-so-subtle way of implying that he wanted something to happen between them on that hot summer’s afternoon?

/Oh, screw it./ That simple thought, and Yaten was off, his feet thumping on the floor as he stalked after Seiya. Yaten stood in the door of the living room, hands fisted, and glared at Seiya, who was back sitting on the couch, though he hadn’t turned the TV back on yet.

\"All right,\" Yaten blurted, sure that his face was as red as a tomato, his fingernails biting into his hands as he stood there trying to look confident.

\"Huh?\" Seiya said, blinking up at him.

\"I said all right!\" Yaten said, and if it were possible, he felt as though he turned redder.

\"All right? All right what?\" Seiya asked, still not comprehending.

Yaten threw his hands in the air.

\"Fine! If you don’t want to, then that’s fine,\" he said huffily as he turned on his heel and started back into the kitchen, trying to hide his mortification.

\"Whoa, wait a minute,\" Seiya said, and before Yaten could take another step, he felt Seiya’s hot hand close around his wrist. \"Don’t go.\"

\"Well, then, wha…\" Yaten began, only to stop, his eyes flying wide, as Seiya appeared in front of him and, without ceremony, pressed his lips to Yaten’s.

For a moment, Yaten remained utterly still, his body slow to comprehend what was happening. Then, finally, he let his eyes slide closed and surrendered to Seiya’s kiss. His hands grasped clumsily for Seiya’s arms, looking for something to hold onto as Seiya pulled him closer, deepening the kiss into something wet and hot, but not at all unpleasant. Yaten felt a moan working its way up his throat as Seiya’s tongue swept through his mouth, stroking and teasing his own tongue.

It felt like an eternity had passed before Seiya finally pulled back, and Yaten opened his eyes. They stared at each other silently, and it was evident to Yaten that Seiya was just as stunned by the power of the kiss as he was. They were both breathing hard, chests heaving against each other.

Seiya slowly smiled, pleasure at the turn of events replacing his surprise.

\"I don’t know about you…\" he murmured, licking his lips and dropping his hands away from where they’d been grasping Yaten’s shoulders, \"…but I feel like getting out of these hot clothes.\"

Yaten lifted an eyebrow, not sure what to say.

\"It’s the kind of day when you just want to walk around naked, don’t you think?\" Seiya said with a quirky smile, and Yaten gradually returned the smile.

\"I don’t know if I feel like ‘walking around’,\" he said, offering his own best smirk. \"But the ‘naked’ part sounds good…\"

Seiya laughed.

\"Hey, you’re pretty good when you get going,\" he said, grinning helplessly as his fingers reached out to push Yaten’s bangs away from his eyes.

Yaten gave him a somewhat goofy grin in return.

\"I haven’t even really got going yet,\" he said wryly, and he listened as Seiya laughed again.

\"Well…let’s see if we can change that,\" he said, smiling warmly as he stepped closer again. This time his hands reached for the hem of Yaten’s shirt and tugged upwards. Yaten obediently raised his arms, letting out a slow breath as the shirt went over his head and Seiya tossed it aside.

Yaten found his eyes following Seiya’s motions as Seiya next pulled off his own shirt, revealing a well-formed musculature, much more sculpted in appearance than Yaten, who was smaller and leaner. It wasn’t the first time Yaten had seen Seiya shirtless as a male, but nonetheless, he couldn’t disguise a vague fascination. His mind still had trouble comprehending the fact that Seiya was still the Seiya he had always known, although he looked so different…the same way he had difficulty with the notion that he himself was the same, even though the face in the mirror wasn’t entirely familiar.

He swallowed, feeling his throat go dry, as Seiya pulled off his own pants next. It wasn’t the way Seiya moved---it wasn’t a striptease of any sort; his movements were quick and methodical---but somehow, it made Yaten feel weak in the knees to know that Seiya was undressing for him. He swallowed again as his eyes fell on the noticeable bulge in Seiya’s boxer shorts. He felt butterflies in his stomach, and knew he was nervous, but at the same time, he knew that the strange trembling in his limbs was because of anticipation. He was out of his league, and for some strange reason, he was loving it.

/Talk about heat doing things to the brain…/ he thought hazily as Seiya’s hands grasped his fly and pulled. He could feel his knees weakening, and listened as Seiya suddenly laughed and hooked an arm around his back.

\"Whoa…don’t pass out on me,\" Seiya said through his laughter. \"Hang onto me.\"

Yaten nodded distractedly and looped his arms around Seiya’s neck, sighing quietly as Seiya went back to working on his pants.

\"I’m really hot,\" Yaten murmured, and he listened as Seiya chuckled.

\"Yes, you are.\"

Yaten rolled his eyes, then sighed in relief as his pants finally slid down his legs. He stepped out of them and stood in his boxers, pressed lightly against Seiya, whose arms were now closed gently around his back, embracing him.

Then, abruptly, Seiya flattened his hand against Yaten’s back and pressed lightly, the motion drawing Yaten’s hips closer to his. Yaten closed his eyes and groaned slightly at the sensation of his groin grinding slightly against Seiya’s.

\"Mm…\" Seiya murmured, sounding distracted, before he suddenly placed his hands on Yaten’s shoulders and directed him backwards, pushing him to sit down on the couch. \"Wait there a minute.\"

Yaten blinked up at him but did as told, sitting there in his underwear as Seiya disappeared upstairs for a moment. He reappeared a moment later with a little tube of something in his hand.

\"What’s that?\" Yaten asked, pointing at it.

\"We might need it,\" Seiya said simply, placing it on the end table beside the couch before he sat down next to Yaten. Yaten shivered as Seiya’s hands again guided him to move, turning him to face away from Seiya. Seiya started to massage Yaten’s shoulders, his hands soft but firm, competently stroking Yaten into a puddle of satisfied nerves.

Next, Seiya bent his head and used his mouth on all the places his hands had so steadily pleasured, lips and tongue moving heatedly over Yaten’s skin. Yaten moaned softly, feeling as though all his nerve endings were on fire. Strictly speaking, this definitely wasn’t helping him deal with the heat of the day. But he figured he could do without cooling down for a while longer, at this rate.

Again, he followed the guiding touch of Seiya’s hands as they turned him, and then he found himself being pushed back against the couch. His knees lifted of their own accord, and Seiya slid between them easily. His hands on either side of Yaten’s head, Seiya leant over him, smiling down at him. Yaten sighed, closing his eyes, as Seiya bestowed him another kiss, this one slower and more exploratory. Their tongues danced, and before he knew what he was doing, Yaten had tangled his hands in Seiya’s hair, trying impossibly to pull him closer. A light purr rose in the back of his throat as Seiya’s body rocked against him, responding to the momentum of the kiss, and their pelvises slid together.

\"I think…\" Yaten whispered breathlessly when Seiya finally pulled away, his lips working their way down the curve of Yaten’s shoulder, \"…that we’ve still got too much clothing on.\"

\"Mm…maybe you’re right,\" Seiya said, feigning thoughtful consideration before he lifted himself to kneel in front of Yaten. With some maneuvering, Seiya finally ridded himself of his boxers, tossing them carelessly away. Yaten found his eyes drawn to Seiya’s erection, and felt a blush heat his cheeks, though he was too aroused to feel embarrassed.

Yaten sighed again, closing his eyes, as Seiya tugged on Yaten’s boxers, moving Yaten’s legs as he pulled them off. As soon as Seiya’s hands left him, Yaten drew his knees up again. He opened his eyes and groaned when Seiya slid back into his former position between Yaten’s knees, their erections pressed together as Seiya rocked his hips into Yaten’s.

Yaten felt the sudden urge to say something as Seiya stroked his hair away from his face, but the most coherent thing that came from his mouth was a soft, \"Unnn….\"

\"I feel the same way,\" Seiya murmured in his ear before he bent back to kissing Yaten’s neck and shoulder. Yaten’s hands stroked lightly over Seiya’s back, feeling the muscles pull tight and relax under his fingers as Seiya made his way as far down Yaten’s chest as he could without discomfort due to their current position. Yaten let out a strangled moan, surprised at the depth of his reaction, when Seiya’s lips and teeth slowly traversed the length of Yaten’s collarbone.

\"Mmm…\" Yaten groaned as his hands more insistently grasped at Seiya’s back, trying to pull him closer. Seiya obliged, one hand going under Yaten’s head and the other arm resting alongside Yaten as he pressed his chest to Yaten’s and bent in for another kiss. The kiss grew long and heated and Yaten found himself rocking his pelvis up towards Seiya, each of them shuddering at the sensation as their erections slid against each other. As the kiss deepened, Seiya’s tongue plunging unabashedly into Yaten’s mouth and tangling with Yaten’s tongue, Yaten felt himself growing more frantic in his helpless motions against Seiya. The friction was making him tremble, his legs shaking as he tried to put more force into his upward thrusts.

Seiya pulled his mouth away and groaned against Yaten’s neck as he returned Yaten’s movements.

\"Nn…Seiya…\" Yaten whispered, his eyes sliding closed. \"Please, do something…\"

He opened his eyes when he felt Seiya lifting himself away, and watched as Seiya leaned over him, reaching for the tube he’d left on the table. Yaten kept watching, interested, as Seiya opened the tube and squeezed some of a thick gel-like liquid onto his fingers and rubbed the fingers together. Bent between Yaten’s knees, he pressed his fingers lightly against Yaten’s opening. Yaten’s eyes widened and he felt himself stiffen slightly.

\"It’s okay,\" Seiya said with a quick smile up towards him before he focused on his task again. His other hand closed warmly around Yaten’s straining erection, and Yaten moaned, thrusting back against the pressure of Seiya’s hand as Seiya pumped him steadily, drawing his attention back to pleasure rather than the strange sensation of Seiya’s fingers invading his body.

Seiya’s efforts with his hand made it so that the odd new presence in his body caused nothing but a mild burn, uncomfortable but not unbearable. And the more Seiya worked with those two gel-coated fingers, the more the burn faded away, replaced by a different sort of heat.

Yaten gasped, feeling his toes curl, when Seiya’s fingers lightly stroked over a particular spot inside, sending a spiral of heat up his spine. He moaned, tossing his head back and forth against the couch cushion beneath it, as Seiya continued to stimulate the same place, steadily exchanging Yaten’s mild discomfort for an entirely different burn: the burning sensation of pleasure and the intense desire for more.

\"You ready?\" Seiya asked, and Yaten fought to open his eyes.

\"For what?\" he mumbled, and he could barely understand himself.

\"You’ll see, I guess,\" Seiya said, sounding amused. Yaten obeyed, although he wasn’t sure what was going on, when Seiya lifted his hips and carefully pushed one of the couch cushions to rest beneath them.

Yaten sighed regretfully as Seiya’s fingers withdrew and that sweet, trembling sensation that had been building within him retreated. He sighed again, this time in pleasure, as Seiya again came to rest between his legs. But this time Seiya kept himself propped up with one hand while the other did something Yaten couldn’t see.

Then Yaten’s eyes flew open as he first felt Seiya pressing against his entrance, slick with the gel and sliding against muscles that instantly tightened in surprise at the intrusion. The burning discomfort returned instantly, and Yaten felt a whimper build at the back of his throat.

\"Relax, and it won’t hurt,\" Seiya said, gently kissing Yaten’s cheek as his hand fell back to Yaten’s dwindling erection, teasing it back to life. Yaten shivered at the sensation of Seiya’s hand kneading him, but felt his legs quivering as Seiya pressed deeper into him.

\"You want me to stop?\" Seiya asked, leaning back to look at him, concern obvious in his eyes.

Yaten knew that his eyes were wide, surprised at what was happening. He knew he wasn’t relaxing, his body instead stiffening in response to the pain.

\"N…no,\" he whispered finally, shakily wrapping his arms around Seiya. \"Just…kiss me.\"

\"Okay,\" Seiya said with a slightly lopsided smile before he bent over Yaten, fulfilling his request.

Yaten sighed, enjoying the way Seiya rested still against him, his lips gently massaging Yaten’s. He felt Seiya’s hands gently stroking the insides of his thighs before curling under his knees and pulling upwards. He gasped as Seiya automatically slid deeper the further Yaten’s legs lifted, and under Seiya’s silent urging, he wrapped his legs around Seiya’s back and arched his own, both pushing towards the uncomfortable feeling and striving away from it.

His focus returned to the kiss, to Seiya’s steady attention to his mouth, and he nearly missed it when the burn went away this time, more gradually replaced by the tremble from before. Without him noticing it, Seiya had started to slowly, gently rock into him, pushing slightly deeper with each thrust. By the time Yaten did notice, it was too late to tense up about it; he was already lifting his hips to meet Seiya’s movements, groaning helplessly at the sensation that spiraled through him as Seiya finally reached the spot he’d manipulated with his fingers earlier. Again, Yaten felt electricity shiver up his spine, leaving him a trembling mass of pleasure.

Before he knew it, he had surrendered entirely, simply accepting the pleasure that was taking over his body as Seiya moved against him, now hitting that incredible place within him with every thrust. Seiya’s hands were on the couch on either side of Yaten’s head, giving him the momentum to move faster and deeper. Yaten finally found the strength to open his eyes a sliver, and felt himself shudder helplessly at the sight that greeted him. The look on Seiya’s face was fascinating, tight and tense like pain, but the pleasured groans that spilled regularly from his lips told a different story.

\"Seiya…I think I…\" Yaten started to say breathlessly, and Seiya’s eyes slid open to meet his just as he lost his ability to speak. Something hot and sudden rushed through his body, and he arched his neck back, crying out the emotions that built up and overflowed in him as his sense spiraled away.

He had just started to come back down from the high when he felt Seiya stiffen momentarily between his legs, just before giving several more, frantic thrusts. Yaten watched as Seiya moaned, burying his face against Yaten’s shoulder even as Yaten felt something hot flooding into him from the place where their bodies were joined. He shuddered, holding Seiya as close as he could, while Seiya slowly stopped moving and lowered himself to rest against Yaten’s chest.

Before Yaten had a chance to take stock of what had just happened, his mouth was taken over by Seiya’s again, and this time the kiss was hot and hard, making Yaten feel so weak in the knees that he had to drop his legs from Seiya’s back. At the same time, Seiya pulled away, pulling out of Yaten’s body. Seiya stayed on his hands and knees, leaning over Yaten and smiling down at him.

Yaten closed his eyes, forcing himself to breathe until he started to feel calmer.

\"I…really don’t think that helped with the heat, Seiya,\" he said frankly as he opened his eyes, and he smiled when Seiya laughed.

\"You’re right…but it was fun anyway,\" Seiya said with a somewhat smug grin, and Yaten rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling.

\"Maybe we should celebrate silly human holidays more often,\" Yaten mused aloud, a finger trailing down Seiya’s cheek, and Seiya laughed again.

\"Yeah…maybe we should,\" he agreed with a wink, and in spite of himself, Yaten started to laugh, even as his hands pulled Seiya down to rest against him again.

\"I definitely think we should,\" he murmured, smiling to himself as he turned his head to kiss Seiya’s cheek.

They fell asleep that way, holding each other on the couch, not paying any attention to the time or the knowledge that sooner or later their roommate would come home…and for weeks after that, they never heard the end of it from Taiki.

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THE END