Wake-Up Call

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. Clamp owns Rikuo, Kazahaya, and my eternal love.

*Kazahaya/Rikuo pairing, Kazahaya POV *

Wake-Up Call


It had started this morning. Rikuo, in his normal charming manner had hurled something at my stomach in order to wake me up; this time it was a damp towel. What a guy. As I stood up I hurled the towel off me, snarling. As I moved for my pants I heard a small cough. Eyeing him, I followed his gaze down to my boxer-clad crotch.

To my chagrin, I was sporting the most spectacular morning wood. I yelped and sat down fast. As I blushed I could feel the bastard’s eyes on me. He looked smug.

He was smiling that casual smile, the one that told me I had just made an idiot of myself. Goddamn! Did he always have to do that? Sometimes, when he looked at me like that I couldn’t tell if he was serious or not…. I tried to tell him off, but my mouth was dry, and for some reason my legs had decided not to work.

“Piss off,” I managed.

“What’s the matter,” he asked, grinning. “Still tired? You looked pretty awake to me.”

“Screw you,” was my witty reply.

He was standing in the doorway, half naked, arms crossed, looking at me through his shag of dark hair. My only thought was to get to the bathroom and take care of my hard-on. I made it off the bed, clutching my sheets around me, but he was blocking the door, cutting off my ‘dignified’ exit. As I glared at him my eyes were drawn down his broad chest my stomach gave a lurch. I knew that he was in shape, but the way the light played on his abs was ridiculous. Nice biceps, nice thighs…everything I didn’t have. Everything I wanted…Before I could stop myself I was across the room, and twining my arms around his neck.

Rikuo raised one eyebrow. I looked up into his eyes; there was surprise in them…but also something else. To distract myself from what I suspected was there, I buried my face in his neck, licking and sucking it gently. I felt his body stiffen. Every muscle in his body was hard and quivering against mine.

“What the hell did you do to me?” I growled, pulling away from his neck.

He looked mildly amused. “Me?! All I did was come wake you up. You’re the one-“
But that’s all I let him say. My body was tired of all this talking; with a desperate groan I had pulled myself up to his lips and was kissing him. Hard.

Oh, fuck...his lips; they were so fucking soft and full. At that moment all I wanted to do was run my tongue around his warm mouth. My poor brain was stopped dead trying to comprehend the fact that I was currently sucking face with my roommate, but my body was going strong. It was as if I was being pulled to him, there had to be some reason why my body was acting like this…why I was suddenly and desperately in lust with Rikuo.

To be fair, he seemed just as surprised as me; but that didn’t last for long. As I writhed against him I could feel him responding. He smiled against my lips with typical arrogance, and wrapped one long arm around my waist. I tore myself away, giving him what I hoped was a murderous death glare, but judging by the look on his face, it had dissolved into a lust-filled gaze. My mind was working over time; I don’t like guys, I don’t like Rikuo, I don’t-DAMN. Despite all my mental protestations my eyes had strayed to his chest again, and down to the waistband of his sweatpants; Rikuo was sporting a hard-on to rival mine. Well, if I was being honest, it looked like he was better hung than I was…No! I couldn’t think of that! I desperately searched for something else to look at, finally resting on the discarded towel.

I staggered over to the towel and eyed it suspiciously. My cock was still erect, and I could feel his hot gaze on my back. I reached out and grabbed the towel.

Well THAT was a mistake. At least if I had wanted to calm down. As I touched the towel all of its memories flooded into my mind…

Rikuo showering, water running over his face, his shoulders, his well toned stomach…
Rikuo wrapped in the towel standing in front of the mirror, surrounded by steam. The towel low enough to show the most maddening flash of dark hair…
Rikuo touching himself, rubbing his hands up and down his shaft, breathing harder as he leaned against the shower door…
Rikuo cumming, his head thrown back, growling deep in his throat...
“Kazahaya!”

I dropped the towel like a hot coal, whipping around to face him. He had been jacking off…he had called my name…I felt myself blushing.

“See anything good?” He asked. His voice was deep, and I swore I could feel it all through my body.

He was coming towards me slowly, backing me up against the wall. Placing one hand by my head, he brought his mouth close to my cheek.

“Did you see me?”

His breath was hot on my ear, and I shuddered. He had done this before, sneaking up behind me by the sink or menacing me in the storage closet, but this time was different. This time, when I looked into his eyes the mocking was gone. All that was left was a burning intensity that took my breath away. I nodded slowly. His grin spread. That pissed me off. The bastard always got the best of me! I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of winning this time. It took all my willpower to raise my arms and try and push him away from me, but he was too strong. With one quick move he tore the sheets away from my crotch and pinned me to the wall with his hips, pushing at me.

“I think about you all the time…” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “I think about you in bed, in the shower, I can’t get you out of my head. You make me crazy. You make me want to fuck you so bad…”

I moaned as his erection ground into me; my body was on fire. He was staring down at me, fixing me with a burning stare. Slowly, the full force of what he had just said hit me. All those times that he had “come on to me” were for real.

He ran a hand down my chest and up under my t-shirt. “I knew that that towel would make you see what I saw, feel what I feel…” I gasped as he ran his thumb over the hard bud of my nipple.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. Months of sexual frustration had left me vulnerable, and as much as I hated to admit it, Rikuo was fucking gorgeous. Without thinking, I tipped my head back and kissed him as hard as I could. Our mouths met and fused in a fierce kiss. Our tongues battled each other as he ran his hands all over my body. God, I was on fire! I reached down and fumbled at his waistband, pulling it down enough to dig my fingers into his tight ass. He chuckled and returned the favor by running his fingers lightly down to my waiting cock. Before I knew it he was stroking me, bringing me closer to the threshold.

“Riku..o…!” I moaned. His name dropped from my lips as he bit my neck and collarbone. “Please…fuck me…”

Rikuo pulled his lips from my ear and stared at me.

“Please!” I was begging him now.

A grin spread across his face “I thought you’d never ask…”

He bore me down onto the bed, our limbs tangled, hips grinding together. My body ached for his as we moved together, our pace hard and fast. He was on top of me, covering me completely. His mouth was everywhere, teasing and pleasuring me. He was inside me, rubbing me, hitting some magic spot. His hand was on my cock, stroking me in time to his thrusts. I came harder than I ever have, my cum shooting between us as I screamed his name. Seconds later he stiffened and groaned, collapsing on me. He lay on top on me, his cock slowly softening in me. I was breathless, completely worn out.

As he rolled off me he snaked one dark arm across my stomach, pulling me to him in a possessive gesture.

“Took you long enough, Kazahaya.”

“Fuck you, Rikuo.”

We slept.