Roll in the Hay

Title: Roll in the Hay
Authors: Lovefloop - Eloy Brightdreamer and Lennith. Check out our individual fics too!
Rating: NC-17/M
Summary: The title says it all! Shameless PWP. Ryuhou/Kazuma. Written for LJ community challenge #13: The Stables, or "Giddyap!"

Disclaimer: No, we don’t own s-CRY-ed or the characters. We’re writing this purely for our own amusement.

Ryuhou shaded his eyes with his hand, looking over the farm. He could see several workers moving about, but could not catch a glimpse of his redhead companion. Sighing in frustration, he gripped the handle of the lunchbox tighter in his hand. Trust Kazuma to be running late and forget his lunch, which made Ryuhou follow him all the way out here on his day off. Typical.

Rounding a corner, he paused, a brief smile softening his stern expression. He hadn't found Kazuma, but Kanami stood in front of him, raking up a pile of straw. "Good morning, Kanami," he greeted.

Kanami had just gotten to her favorite part of the song she was humming when she heard her name called. She looked up from the straw and was surprised to see Ryuhou. Her face immediately beamed with happiness at the unexpected visitor. "Good morning, Ryuhou," she chirped in return, walking closer to him and dipping her head in greeting. Ryuhou always seemed to be spread too thin, so she didn't get to see him as much as she would have liked. By the time his days off came around, she understood when the man was too exhausted for visitors. And she knew Kazuma zealously monopolized his time. A small frown curled on her lips. "Mou, I thought today you had the day off, you should be at home!" The lunchbox in Ryuhou's hand caught her eye. Ah, Kazuma could be such a child. "Kazu-kun forgot his lunch? He should be in the barn if you're looking for him."

Kazuma was indeed in the barn, using a pitchfork to shovel fresh hay into small piles to prevent rot. He was working energetically, as if hurling the hay with all his strength would make the work go faster, or at least more interesting. All it really did was throw most of the hay in the air, the sunlight filtering through the old wooden clapboards making the dust shine like glitter. With a frustrated roar, Kazuma threw the pitchfork along with the hay, the potentially dangerous tool spearing itself in the hay with a twang. "I'M SO HUNGRY," Kazuma declared to the silent bales of hay. His stomach rolled in on itself and he clenched his fist dramatically. "I didn't eat enough breakfast... and there's still a full hour until lunch break. This sucks," he groaned. The thought of lunch sparked his memory. He had left his lunch box on the kitchen counter this morning.

"FUCK," he cursed, kicking up some more hay and coughing on the dust that rose like a ghost. "Now I don't get to eat at all!" His stomach rumbled mournfully, scolding him for his stupidity. He glanced at the hay. Cows and horses ate it. Maybe so could he? His stomach dared him to try.

Standing in the doorway, Ryuhou crossed his arms and shook his head, having been witness to Kazuma's tantrum. "Such a temper, Kazuma," he scolded, taking a step inside and closing the barn door. It was a little chilly out, and the wind was stirring up too much dust for his liking. No, it wasn't to get a moment alone with his lover. Really.

Spinning around, Kazuma grinned upon seeing the other man. "Yeah, you know you like it," he said, taking a step forward. His eyes brightened upon seeing the box in Ryuhou's hand, and he practically pounced on it. "Food!" Ripping the box open, he stuffed a carefully-prepared rice ball in his mouth and chewed happily. "Yur th' besht, Ryu-ch'n."

Ryuhou rolled his eyes and shook his head, watching the other man eat. "I told you not to call me that." Looking around the barn, he sniffed in apparent disdain, though a teasing smirk twitched at the corners of his mouth. "With the way you eat, you're right at home here."

Kazuma scowled at him, his mouth working too furiously on his rice to parry immediately. "Shut up, I'm a healthy young man and I need my strength... for the things I really act like an animal about," he finished with a meaningful leer.

Ryuhou was tempted to roll his eyes again. Kazuma really did take every and any opportunity to hedge in a sexual remark. Amazingly enough he had yet to use the same line twice. "Idiot, is that all you think about?" His voice only barely disguised his amusement.

Kazuma grinned wickedly, looking more silly than seductive since he had rice stuck all over his face. "Like you really walked all the way out here just to give me my lunch. Care for a little roll in the hay?"

Ryuhou almost choked. "Aren't you supposed to be working?" he asked incredulously, though he had to admit the idea sparked a sizeable amount of interest. No, he hadn't had anything else in mind when he'd brought Kazuma's lunch, he told himself. Well, perhaps a kiss... maybe a little making out behind the barn... oh hell. He'd been wanting his lover all morning, but he wasn't about to admit that.

“Yeah, I've been workin' hard all day," Kazuma replied, still managing to leer as he swiped the rice off his cheek and into his mouth. Ryuhou swallowed as his lover made a great show of sucking on his fingers, his tongue flicking out to get every last bit of his snack. "Now I'm hungry, and here ya are. I think it's time for a break." Sauntering over to the door, he pushed the board into place to lock it. "See, all to ourselves," he said, anticipating that Ryuhou's next protest would be that someone might walk in.

Ryuhou sighed elaborately. "Fine. Not like I have anything better to do," he said with a shrug. Moving over to the largest pile of hay, he took off his tattered brown cloak and spread it over the dried straw.

The wickedness from Kazuma's smile drained, once again returning to a rather dorkily self-satisfied one. He was finally beginning to be able to interpret Ryuhou's secret language. In Ryuhou-ese, this behavior meant, "I'm kind of horny and you're hot. Thought you'd never ask. Be a good farm-hand and raise my barn."

"Oh, I'll raise your barn alright," he chuckled to himself, kicking off his shoes and stripping his shirt hastily.

Ryuhou looked at him like he was ready to page the men in white. "What did you say?"

"Er, nothing!" Kazuma pressed one hand to the other's chest, caressing the flesh sensuously before pushing Ryuhou back onto the makeshift pallet. He ignored Ryuhou's protests and lowered himself over his lover, caging him in muscle and denim. The hay rustled beneath them, its sweet smell like a fugue as Kazuma caressed Ryuhou's face. The chill in their bodies faded as mouths met in an open kiss, their limbs tangling.

Not one to stay submissive for long, Ryuhou soon twisted one leg over Kazuma's, then rolled the two of them over, settling between Kazuma's legs. "Hey!" the redhead protested, struggling against Ryuhou's pin.

"Yes, roll in the hay," Ryuhou replied, a smirk curving the corners of his mouth at his uncharacteristic pun. Despite the protection of his cloak, some small bits of straw had worked themselves into his long hair, and he shook his head in mild irritation, trying to dislodge them. Sitting up slightly, he stripped out of his shirt as well.

Kazuma rolled his eyes at the bad pun, then decided this position wasn't too bad after all. As Ryuhou pulled his shirt off, the muscles of his chest and stomach rippled, illuminated by the beams of sunlight streaking through the cracks in the barn wall. Unconsciously, Kazuma licked his lips, reaching out to trace one dirt-stained finger over the firmly defined muscles.

Ryuhou gave up on the straw in his hair, his thoughts happily distracted by Kazuma's questing touch. He shivered with pleasure as the calloused fingers flicked over his nipple. Kazuma's moistened lips tempted him, so he licked them open, letting his tongue slide into the other’s mouth. Hot and wet, their tongues battled for dominance, and though Ryuhou's talent was not to be underestimated, Kazuma's experience gave him the upper hand.

The hay beneath them shifted as Kazuma began to rock against Ryuhou's body, his hands mapping every inch of his lover's bare torso. No matter how many times he saw it, he was always enthralled with sleek play of taught muscles under warm, slick skin. Ryuhou groaned and whispered his name, and seeing that as a cue, Kazuma rolled them again, regaining his seat on top, though he straddled Ryuhou's hips. The elder man glared at him, offended.

"Hey, you wanted to roll," Kazuma reminded, grinding his hips against Ryuhou's suggestively. The contact sent him reeling, his cock swelling painfully against his jeans.

Ryuhou hissed through his teeth, his eyelashes fluttering as Kazuma's movements sent jolts of sensation radiating outward from his groin. These pants were going to have to go, preferably sooner rather than later. Reaching down, he found that he couldn't unfasten his own pants, due to Kazuma's body pressed tightly against him. With a huff of frustration, he plucked impatiently at the button of Kazuma's jeans, making sure to rub firmly over the hard bulge as he did so. "Off. Now."

"Stop... nng! ...trying to give me orders," Kazuma panted, his retort broken by a harsh gasp as Ryuhou's long, slender fingers found their way inside his jeans. Rocking instinctively into the touch, he conceded that his lover had a good point. Shoving back, he began to strip hurriedly out of his pants... which only threw him off-balance enough so that Ryuhou could tumble him back to the side again, claiming the top once again.

"You'd do well to follow my orders," Ryuhou stated, tugging the offending jeans off completely. He was secretly delighted to note that the other man wore no underwear... one less obstacle.

Kazuma growled, though out of annoyance or pleasure, he wasn't sure himself. The thrill of Ryuhou's hard, hot body against his drove out any thoughts beyond his twitching cock. He gasped as Ryuhou aligned their bodies and grazed his arousal with his own. Kazuma gasped and attacked Ryuhou's nipples with his dirt-stained fingers. They really were one of his favorite parts of Ryuhou's body, especially Ryuhou's groan and the way the tight bud hardened when he pinched it. One of these days he was going to convince his lover to get nipple rings, he mused. He frowned, disapproving of Ryuhou's purposeful neglect to his sex. "Hey, c'mon," he grunted, swatting at the elder man's shoulder. "You gonna fuck me or what?"

"So impatient," Ryuhou scolded, rubbing his still-clothed hips against Kazuma's. Even that indirect contact sent a thrill rippling up his spine, and he groaned softly, repeating the action.

"Fuck yeah," Kazuma replied, arching against his lover. "Told you I was an animal," he continued with a toothy grin. Roughly, he tweaked both of Ryuhou's nipples, reveling in the quick gasp wrung from the other man.

Sighing as though he were doing Kazuma a great favor, Ryuhou pushed back, undoing his own pants as he stood up. Though he tried not to let it show, he was nearly shaking with desire at the thought of taking his lover on the "bed" of straw and cloth. Kazuma looked incredible, spread out on his cloak, his hair mussed, smudges of dust only accenting the lines of his muscles. Reluctantly, Ryuhou tore his gaze away from his companion, moving unhurriedly toward the discarded lunchbox. Digging around in it, he retrieved the small tube of cream that he'd stowed in there earlier. Oh no, he hadn't had this in mind all morning. Not at all. Returning to the straw pile, he tossed the lube down next to Kazuma, then pushed his own pants and underwear down over his hips and settled between the other man's legs again. He didn't want to remove his pants and boots completely... straw was itchy.

Kazuma gave a small snort of disdain at his lover's prissy behavior. Sure, he was hot and ready for it with straw practically up his ass but God forbid Ryuhou lay on itchy straw. The sight of the convenient lube made him snort again, this time with amusement. Ryuhou really had been planning this.

"Hn. You're an animal all right," Ryuhou teased with a cool smirk. "You sound like a pig down there."

Kazuma scowled fiercely, snatching the cream and almost emptying into his palm. "Shut up, city boy," he growled, spreading the cream over his hands and then grasping Ryuhou's erection firmly.

The green haired man swore, the moment of coolness over his hot, sensitive skin lasting an eternity before it blended to raging pleasure as Kazuma stroked him roughly.

Clenching his teeth, Ryuhou thrust mindlessly into Kazuma's fist for a few moments, but soon regained his control. He didn't want to come just like this... he had other plans in mind. Grabbing the cream again, he spread what little remained over his fingers, then reached down to circle Kazuma's waiting entrance.

Gasping, Kazuma curled his hips up, encouraging the touch even as his hands faltered on Ryuhou's cock. "Fucking... hell..." he gasped. "Stop teasing already and fuck me, dammit..."

"Now who's giving orders?" Ryuhou replied smugly, pressing two fingers into Kazuma's heat. He wanted to continue tormenting his lover, but God... it was difficult to concentrate with Kazuma's hand working in a jerky rhythm over his aching erection.

Kazuma gave a muffled cry at the invasion of Ryuhou's fingers spreading him open. His hands faltered on Ryuhou's slickened length. Gods, it felt so good, but he wanted more. The fingers arched and pressed into him and the ache in him grew to such intensity it was hard to breathe in the cool, dusty air. "You'd do well to follow my orders," he mimicked waspishly, releasing Ryuhou's cock and grasping his ass instead. "Come on and fuck me, officer," he panted, his voice dripping with lust.

Ryuhou groaned, the command erasing any annoyance and pulling his groin so tight he had to fight back the urge to cream himself like a teenage virgin. He scissored his fingers, licking his lips. Kazuma's flushed face was so close, flecked with straw and the traces of sweat and dirt.

Kazuma hissed, clenching his muscles purposefully. "Fuck, get ON with it already!"

Ryuhou winced, pulling his fingers away and pressing the swollen head of his cock against Kazuma's twitching entrance. With a mumbled prayer that he didn't hurt the other man, he pressed forward.

With a low groan, Kazuma curled his back, flexing his muscles to draw Ryuhou in deeper. It hurt a little, of course, his impatience had caused that, but it was well worth it to be filled with his lover again. Kazuma didn't allow Ryuhou to take him very often... his pride wouldn't allow it, and Ryuhou made such a pretty uke, but occasionally he felt the urge to be on the receiving end of their romps. Not that he was a passive or submissive partner, by any means. Bending his knees, he wrapped his legs around Ryuhou's back and pulled him in hard. "Ahh... yeah, that's it..." he growled, arching his back again.

Ryuhou bent his head, his long hair curtaining around his face and brushing Kazuma's cheek. It took all of his self-control not to slam into Kazuma hard... but when his lover shifted against him, the usually-stoic man groaned, his willpower breaking under the influence of slick, tight heat. This was what Kazuma wanted anyway, so who was he to deny him? Rolling his hips, he pulled a little ways out, then slammed back into that inviting, demanding body. He felt Kazuma's fingernails dig into his shoulders, and he growled low in his throat, leaning forward to kiss and
bite at his lips roughly.

Kazuma moaned liquidly into Ryuhou's mouth, his hands scrabbling over the taller man's back, encouraging him to increase his pace. Although he rarely got the urge, there was nothing quite as satisfying as being screwed well and hard. Ryuhou's plunges and retreats were maddening, stroking him inside and out, but the position didn't allow him to move much. Almost biting his lover's invading tongue, he pulled away from the distracting kiss. "Harder," he gasped, bucking his hips ineffectually against Ryuhou, the frustration breaking him down. "Come on." Sweat rolled from his forehead to his cheek, his face skewed with rapture.

Ryuhou bit down on his lip so hard he tasted the coppery trace of blood in his mouth. Kazuma was so tight around him, the squirming only increasing the maddeningly delicious pressure. Once again he followed Kazuma's orders, driving into the redhead without restraint. He was so close... he was almost there. He inhaled deeply, exhaling it as Kazuma's name. And then he was suddenly on his back, prickly straw poking him in the ass. They’d managed to roll off the cloak, and Ryuhou’s pants were pushed down so far they didn’t provide any protection. It was all worth it though, when he saw what was riding his cock

Kazuma had his head thrown back, hands braced on Ryuhou's chest as he rode him with breathless abandon. Ryuhou forced himself to keep his eyes open, watching with fascination the play of pleasured expressions across Kazuma's face. Dust motes illuminated the sharp beams of sunlight streaming into the barn, creating a surreal, almost dreamy atmosphere. Ryuhou caught his breath as Kazuma tossed his head, his auburn hair catching the light and gleaming with fiery highlights. Sweat glistened on his face and chest, and Ryuhou had the thought that his lover appeared to be almost glowing. Instinctively, he reached out and gripped his lover's waist, encouraging his movements up and down his shaft.

Kazuma, on the other hand, couldn't care less about the atmosphere. His entire existence was focused on the feeling of Ryuhou inside him, filling him completely. His knees dug into the hay as he tried to find purchase for his wild ride. Almost as an afterthought, he noticed that they had long since rolled off the cloak, but again, he couldn't bring himself to care. Arching back as he slid down hard again, he cried out in pleasure as the head of Ryuhou's cock struck his prostate, sending a nearly-overwhelming wave of sensation flooding through his body. He was so close, he could almost taste it... or perhaps that was just the blood in his mouth, a remnant of Ryuhou's rough kisses. In a way, he wanted this feeling to last forever, but he also felt that he'd go mad if he didn't find completion soon. Reaching down, he wrapped his still-slick fingers around his own erection, pumping hard to bring himself over the edge. Bright stars flashed in his vision, then he was falling, falling, down into sweet oblivion. With a shout of Ryuhou's name, he writhed on top of him, his seed shooting in thick, hot streams over the other man's stomach and chest.

Ryuhou could feel his orgasm overtaking him like waves of the tide. When Kazuma masturbated over his stomach while grinding down on his cock his heart stopped. The furious working of Kazuma's inner walls as he climaxed, hot cum splattering on his sweaty skin, started it again in a rush. He surged upward, roaring Kazuma's name as he found his release deep inside his lover's pulsating body. His hips continued to buck erratically as he rode out his orgasm, hastily steadying Kazuma who was swaying on top of him.

Oblivious to the straw in their hair and sticking to their bodies, the two lovers stayed that way, Kazuma on top of Ryuhou, shoulders cradled by strong yet quaking arms. Kazuma groaned raggedly. his body fluttering in aftershock as his shift in position prodded Ryuhou's waning erection against his prostate.

"Well," he panted, running a dirty, sticky hand over Ryuhou's chest, "Now I feel like an animal."

FIN