Afternoon Delight

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

*Kazahaya/Rikuo pairing, Kazahaya POV *

Afternoon Delight


I was still reeling from the effort it was taking to forget the fact that I had been properly fucked by my roommate.

And I wasn’t thinking of this morning.

The storeroom in the drugstore was infamous for its mountains of boxes, filled and unfilled, and for it’s mystery packages that filled the shelves. I was in there to find “the shampoo”. Never mind that Kakei had not specified what shampoo or where I was supposed to find it…All I knew was by the time I had made it downstairs, Rikuo had apparently been and gone off on an errand, leaving me to do his dirty work. Again.

As I duf though the boxes An arm slipped around my waist and jerked me roughly against a strong, broad chest. Rikuo’s voice growled, “You made us late this morning.”

“You were the one keeping me from getting up,” I yelled, struggling against his arm.

“Yeah, but you were the one who tired me out.”

“I didn’t ask you to..to..rape me,” I spluttered; his voice was doing very strange things to me, but I was determined not to let him know it.

“I didn’t rape you,” he said, and seemed amused. Fucker. “You were the one who kissed me first. And besides,” his voice was low again, low and hard. Like it had been this morning. Like it had been when he told me that he thought about me all the time. That he wanted me. “Every time you shake that ass,” he grabbed it. “Every time you fucking look at me I know that I want you, and that you want me.”

His face was so close to mine that I felt his last words breathe across my neck. He was forcing me backl to this morning, and how fucking amazingly hot it had been. The thing that really pissed me off, though, was that I couldn’t tell whether or not he was teasing me right now. I spun in his arms and tried look like I didn’t care.

“It was just the fucking towel. Your gross thoughts got transferred to it. I don’t want you.”

But even as I said it I was thinking back to this morning; how it felt to how amazingly hot it was to be touched by anyone. To be wanted that badly by anyone. I chanced a look at his face and was almost blown away by the look in his eyes. The lust and naked desire that I saw there was making my stomach melt even as I tried to convey the opposite.

“Fine,” He growled. “But I don’t believe you for a second.” Goddamn it, that fucking smile was back! “I can feel how much you ‘don’t want me’.”

Now he was touching me! I felt confused and really, really horny. I could protest all I wanted, but the things that he had done to me just hours ago were unbelievable. I moaned like an idiot, unable to think of a good comeback.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, and leaned down to kiss me hard.

I could hardly believe the change in him from this morning. Whether it was just the towel’s fault or not, I had been the one doing all of the grabbing etc. Rikuo had smiled his smug smile and let me do all the work. This time Rikuo was hot and fast; touching me wherever he felt like it, not bothering with any preliminaries, or letting any clothes get in his way. His hands moved from my neck, over my chest, and down to the waistband of my pants before grabbing my ass and hoisting me up to wrap my legs around his hips.
We crashed into the shelves as his lips sucked at my throat and his hips ground against mine. He was hot and ready, and I…I was still confused, but getting more turned on the further his hands and mouth went. I never had been attracted to Rikuo (although his many little provoking touches had left me shaken), but Rikuo had obviously been attracted to me. And fuck if he wasn’t doing his best to make me come around to his point of view

Our shirts had disappeared somehow….I wonder if it was when he stopped kissing me a second ago?

My arms and legs were tangled with his as he collapsed to the ground and started pulling at my jeans. My poor over-stimulated brain had shut down, so I lay back and let him do what he wanted. He had me naked and erect before him in no time, and I was surprised when I was lifted up and rolled over with him so that I was straddling his thighs. Just as suddenly as he had started, Rikuo stopped touching me. Unnerved by the abrupt change I stared at him with once again, with what I’m sure was a perfectly idiotic expression on my face.

“What the hell-”

“Undress me,” he said, his eyes boring into mine.

Slowly I moved my hands to his waistband. As I pulled down his pants and boxers I could feel his eyes on me; I had him as naked as I was in no time. I blushed as his cock rose up in front of me. Fuck. He was better hung. And yeah, better built. And the way the sweat made him shine was ridiculous.

On a completely random impulse I kissed the curve of his hip, and was rewarded by a strangled growl. As I moved my kisses closer and closer to his erection he moaned in a way that I had never heard before. It was the sound of Rikuo losing control. I know I had a stupid grin on my face as I looked up at him; I hope it was as good as one of his. I know it must have triggered some reaction because before I knew it, he had pulled me up to his face, and I was kissing his perfect lips, and tasting his tongue. It was strange, but I was realizing that I couldn’t blame the towel for any of this anymore.

Our chests rubbed against each other as he crushed me against him, fisting his hands in my hair.

“You really do have nice hair…Kazahaya,” he whispered in my ear before roughly entering me. I didn’t have time to react to the pain before he had pushed me up and away from him so that I was straddling his hard body.

“God,” He said, smirking at me. “You make me so. Fucking. Hot!” He punctuated each word with a firm thrust, sliding deeper into me, and moving me away from the initial hurt.

This was different from the morning, when all that we had done was...sort of routine as I understood it. This was him filling me to the brim, moving deep inside me and touching something deep in me that made me want to scream. His fingers dug into my thighs as I struggled to stay on his sweat-slick body. I rode him-really he guided me as he thrusted-as he bucked me, his muscles straining as he lifted me off the floor. Right before I thought I was going to burst from the pressure building inside of me, his dark hand wrapped around my cock and worked me until I screamed with the pleasure. I came and it seemed like I was coming forever. Though my haze I heard Rikuo’s orgasm; a sort of rumbling, yelling shout that almost made me come again.

I collapsed on his chest and we lay there on the floor, gasping for breath. After a while his arms closed around me, and I was pulled down into a long lingering kiss.

“You’re still a prick,” I said, when I finally broke away.

“Mmm,” he mumbled, eyes closed.

“And I’d rather if you didn’t molest me all the time when I’m supposed to be on an errand”

“Mmm.”

“I hate you.”

His eyes opened languidly. “How many more times do I have to fuck you before you’ll shut up and change your mind?”

I didn’t have much time to think before his hand was at my cock, gently stroking it.

“At least once more…Please?”




Authors Note: Uke on top! Ha HAH! Also, thanks to everyone who reviewed my last fic; it was your comments that inspired me to write again.