Home Improvement

Title: Home Improvement
Author: JadeHeart
Warnings: graphic sex
Author’s Note: This is dedicated to Ashcat. You’ll never be able to think of the State Fair in the same way again, will you?! Thank you to you and your family for opening up your hearts and home in welcoming me. It was a wonderful time and a memory I will always cherish.
Summary: Shuichi decides that Yuki’s apartment needs a little something more.

“I give up! I don’t know what to get!” Shuichi moaned, throwing himself onto a seat and looking about to burst into tears.

Hiro sat down beside his friend and reached for his cigarettes, lighting it before he leant back, relaxing with arms stretched across the back of their bench. “Well, it’s a little hard to find something when you don’t even know what you want.” he said matter-of-factly.

“I know, I know!” Shuichi groaned, scrubbing hands through his hair in frustration.

“So what brought this on anyway?” Hiro asked, eyeing his friend with amusement.

“Nothing really,” Shuichi said with a little shrug. “I just thought it would be nice to add something to the place, the apartment is just so….boring. Yuki’s never really done anything special with it; you know what he’s like.”

Hiro snorted his agreement but refrained from saying anything as Shuichi continued, “I just thought it was about time we did something with the place since we’ve been there for a while. You know, make it seem a little more…..homey. For us.”

“What does Yuki say?” Hiro questioned, watching the smoke from his cigarette drift away.

“Ah, well, I haven’t exactly told him.” Shuichi admitted, mumbling, his face flushing.

“You haven’t?” Hiro’s tone stated quite clearly that he thought Shuichi was being completely mad for not doing so.

“I want it to be a surprise!” Shuichi wailed, hand clenching into fists on his knees.

“Oh, boy,” Hiro muttered, closing his eyes and dropping his head into his hands in despair before looking over at his friend sternly. “You had better tell him, you idiot.” he said quite firmly. “Yuki does not like surprises. You know that!”

He saw Shuichi pout, his face taking on a stubborn expression. “Fine then,” he said in exasperation. “Don’t come knocking on my door when Yuki kicks your sorry ass out of the place because you’ve turned up with something stupid like a lame lava lamp!”

Shuichi suddenly looked guilty and shifted his gaze to one side, refusing to meet Hiro’s. “You weren’t…?” Hiro didn’t bother finishing the sentence knowing full well that that was exactly what his friend had been considering. He rolled his eyes heavenward. “If you’re going to do this you had better damn well think carefully about what you get because you will not be given a second chance!”

“I know that!” Shuichi snapped back, glaring at his friend only because he knew deep in his heart that everything Hiro was saying was completely correct. “But I want to find something really unique and special that Yuki will like, something that no-one else would ever give him or even think of giving him! I know he’s really difficult to get stuff for and he’s not big on change, but it just has to be something that he will at least tolerate to begin with and not destroy or dispose off immediately. After that I’m sure I could probably bring him around to keeping it permanently.”

Hiro just continued smoking, not saying anything but Shuichi responded as though he had argued with him. “I could! I know I could! It’s just got to be the right thing!”

“What ever you say,” Hiro said, dropping the stub of his cigarette to the ground and stepping on it. “Well, I’m out of here.”

“Do you have to?” Shuichi half pleaded with him.

“Yep,” Hiro replied, standing and stretching. He pushed his long hair out of his eyes and smiled down at his friend. “I’m picking up Ayaka to go to the movies and you know you should never keep a lady waiting!” He winked at Shuichi with a twinkle in his eye.

“But I still haven’t got anything!” Shuichi cried again, ignoring the looks passer-bys gave him for his childish behaviour.

Hiro patted him kindly on the head, also ignoring the glances thrown in their direction. After this many years he was more than used to it. “You’ll be fine,” he assured his dejected friend. “Just don’t be impulsive.” He warned as he turned and walked away, saying over his shoulder. “You know you’ll be in big trouble then!”

Shuichi watched his tall friend disappear down the mall, feeling abandoned. He gave a deep sigh and dragged himself to his feet. Alone again - what was he going to do? He shambled off, shoulders slumped, looking the picture of sorrow and drawing pitying gazes from the people around him.

He wandered along peering through the windows of the stores on either side of him. What was he going to get? He glanced at his watch. There was still time. Yuki wasn’t going to be home till later this evening but still Shuichi didn’t want to spend the whole afternoon just wandering aimlessly around.

He felt his eyes tear up again and scrubbed an arm across them. He had so wanted to be able to surprise Yuki today and it just wasn’t working. He stopped and turned to face the shop front, scrubbing again at his face, turning his back on the other shoppers bustling by, not wanting to show all these strangers his moment of weakness.

When he finally dropped his arm he found himself looking at a strange array of objects through the glass before him and his eyes widened. “Wow!” He couldn’t help but exclaim as he pressed up closer against the glass, drinking in the sight.

What had caught his eye was a number of what could only be musical instruments, though of a type that he was unfamiliar with. His fingers itched; he had always had a fascination with anything to do with music and now he couldn’t resist the pull. He hurried inside, his depression forgotten as excitement tingled through his finger tips.

“Wow!” he drooled again as he was able to stand even closer to his desires. He reached out with a gentle hand and caressed the smooth wood, running fingers lightly over the strings and listening with delight at the ripple of sound that they emitted. A joyous laugh echoed in reply from him.

“May I help you?” a heavily accented voice asked. He turned to find a swarthy featured middle aged man standing behind him, smiling as though he enjoyed seeing a customer so taken with his wares.

“What is this?” Shuichi wanted to know pointing at the instrument that had caught his eye.

“Ah, that is a cymbalum, a Hungarian hammer dulcimer. It is truly beautiful, is it not?”

“Yeah,” Shuichi ran a loving hand over it again. “How do you play it?”

“With these.” The man held out what looked to be curved metal claws, ten in all. Shuichi stared at their seeming lethal points in horrified disbelief.

“You’ve got to be kidding!” he exclaimed taking a wary step back and putting some distance between himself and what he perceived as weapons.

“Not at all,” the man calmly replied. “These are ‘bowhammers’ of a specialized design just for this instrument. They provide far more versatility than the standard hammers generally used.” The man slipped them onto his fingers. “I am unable to play such a wonderful instrument as it truly should be but allow me to humbly demonstrate, however poor my performance may be.” At that the man proceeded to pluck out a lilting melody, completely foreign to Shuichi’s ear, yet haunting all the same.

Shuichi watched in fascination as those curved claws that had looked so fearsome previously now glided elegantly over the strings, drawing the sweet melody from the instrument they danced over. It was over very quickly, too quickly for Shuichi’s liking.

“Wow!” He couldn’t come up with any better word for what he was feeling. “That was….” He groped for further words to describe his feelings. “Amazing!” He looked up at the owner, delight shining in his eyes, wide smile on his face. “That was just incredible!”

“Would you like to try?” The owner offered the bowhammers to Shuichi

“Can I?” Shuichi was stunned.

“Of course, allow me.” and at Shuichi’s enthusiastic nod of agreement, the store owner helped him put them on correctly.

After a brief instruction provided Shuichi with the basics of the notes for each string, he tentatively reached out and plucked one, listening to its echo. He was far more used to keyboard instruments not strings, but this was a little of a cross between both, lying flat like a keyboard yet struck and plucked, not bowed. In all it just fascinated him.

His brow furrowed as he concentrated, tuning his ear to the unusual tones and translating them in his head to more familiar melodies. He stuck with simple tunes, trying a couple of children’s rhymes and even an advertising jingle. He couldn’t help but wonder what something like ‘Rage Beat’ would sound like coming from this strange instrument. Perhaps he could convince either Hiro or Suguru to consider including it on one of their next tracks.

As the last note faded away and Shuichi’s hands paused above the strings, the owner spoke, “You have a good ear. Are you a musician?”

Shuichi smiled up at him as he took off the bowhammers. “Yeah, of sorts.” He felt immensely pleased in a way that this man didn’t seem to know who he was as his praise for his playing was so much more sincere for that.

The man accepted the proffered articles. “Would the young gentleman like to purchase the item?”

Shuichi looked longingly at the beautiful object, wavering. He really liked it, he really did, but…..

Regretfully he shook his head, bowing in apology. “I’m sorry. I would love to buy it, truly I would, but I wouldn’t use it enough or in the way it should be.” He cast one last look at the instrument and sighed. “I just don’t have the time to spend learning to play properly unfortunately.”

“A pity,” the owner said with a small shrug. “I would be happy to see it go to such a person as yourself as one who clearly loves music so whole heartedly.”

“I wish I could,” Shuichi said sadly.

He turned away from the instrument regretfully and now looked around the shop, surprised by the startling assortment of items he was seeing. Up until this point he had been solely engrossed in the musical instrument and not taken in anything more of his surroundings. Now he was confronted by a cluttered chaos of strange items and clash of colour.

From the ceiling brightly coloured flowing material streamed, patterned rugs hung on the walls, scattered beaded cushions seemingly randomly tossed over the lacquered and shining wooden furniture of all kinds, strange pictures and statues crowded around him, whilst stuffed animals peered from the shadows, glassy eyes watching everything.

“Oh…my….!” He turned himself in a circle trying to take it all in, completely in awe of what he was seeing. “This is just fantastic!”

He stepped further into the shop, sliding between the crowded items, turning sideways to slip between the closely packed objects. Everywhere he looked was something new and exciting and strange, and his eyes remained wide. Never had he been in a shop like this before!

His gaze suddenly lit upon an item lying across the back of a chaise lounge in a corner, looking opulently decadent. “Now that is really something!” he exclaimed hurrying over to it.

He stretched out his hands to run them over the thick pelt, luxuriating in the softness. He shivered in delight, feeling his toes curl in pleasure at the touch. “Oh, this is just wonderful! How much is it?” He turned to the owner, never taking his hands from the soft white tiger skin rug he was handling.

The owner gave him a price and he hesitated. Seeing him waver the owner couldn’t help but smile and said, “For you I will also include the cymbalum for just a fraction more.”

“Really?!” Shuichi’s eyes automatically went to the front window as his fingers continued to curl tighter in the warmth. Oh, this was just too good to be true!

“Done!” he stated firmly, unable to fight the temptation any longer. “I’ll take them!”

The owner bowed deeply as he took the credit card and arranged for a taxi to come, packing the cymbalum away carefully in its carry case and rolling the rug before wrapping it tightly with tape to hold it together for the journey. They bundled both items into the back of the taxi when it arrived.

Shuichi was so excited he couldn’t wait to get home with his new possessions. The taxi driver was kind enough to assist him in carrying both up to the apartment, which earned him a substantial tip.

When the man had left Shuichi hurriedly carried the instrument over to the corner of the lounge room, setting it up carefully there on the little folding stand it had come with. The tall standing light in that corner would set off the warmth of the polished wood just perfectly. He ran his hand over the strings and was delighted at the clear notes that it drew out. The move hadn’t appeared to have disturbed their tone.

Next he turned to the rolled rug, dragging it into the middle of the room, pushing the coffee table over a little more to provide additional space. Quickly he cut the strapping with a pair of scissors and with a light kick, the rug unfurled across the floor in a splash of white.

Shuichi stood and stared at it, a silly smile on his face then with a cry of delight dove onto it, rolling around laughing almost manically as he practically tried to swim through the dense fur. Oooh, it felt so good against his skin!

He stayed like that and laughed until his sides hurt, delight flooding through him. Finally the laughter eased and he lay there on his back for a time, getting his breath once more as he stared at the ceiling. He drew his hand up to check his watch. Was that the time already? Yuki would be home soon!

He bounded to his feet and ran into the kitchen. He wanted to have the coffee on and ready for when Yuki arrived home. Whilst that was busy brewing he pulled out the strawberry shortcake from the fridge, cutting it carefully into neat bite size portions, being very careful not to mark the copious amounts of cream lathering the top. He placed the portions onto a large platter and carried it into the lounge room, setting it down on the coffee table.

He then drew the curtains and lit the candles he had placed around the room earlier that day. He had really intended this to be a special surprise for Yuki as it was their anniversary, not that he knew that Yuki would remember but that didn’t matter to him. Once the room was shimmering in the gentle glow of golden candlelight he hurried back into the kitchen. He set out two mugs and then checked that all was well with his preparations. He smiled. It looked perfect; candles lightly scented with vanilla, the smell of brewing coffee, the cake taking pride of place on the table. He had thought about flowers but had reconsidered thinking it might be a bit too much for Yuki to handle.

His eyes fell on the rug, standing out starkly against the smooth wooden floor and the smile slipped a little. He looked at it again, chewing on his lip. It was gorgeous, it really was, but…..

He began to frown as he worried his lip further, still staring at the rug. Oh damn it!, he wailed internally tears springing to his eyes. He’d done it again!

He pulled at his hair in despair. How could he have forgotten what Hiro had said to him? No impulse buying! So what did he do?! Pick up something so bizarrely out of place as a white tiger skin rug! Oh shit, oh shit, OH SHIT!! Yuki was going to kill him!

His mind spun dizzyingly as he scrambled for options. There was no way he would be able to hide it, the apartment wasn’t that big and he was dead meat as soon as Yuki found it – more so for trying to secrete it. There wasn’t time for him to ask Hiro or Suguru to come and take the offending item away either.

He eyed the now troublesome object. It wasn’t that it was bad. He still really liked it and he was sure it looked okay, it just took a little getting used to that was all. If Yuki just gave it a chance he was sure the other man would grow to like it too. He just had to find a way to convince Yuki.

Perhaps Yuki wouldn’t notice it, he thought frantically. Yeah, right, he derided his own stupidity. How is he not going to notice a white tiger skin rug spread out in the middle of the floor?!

A distraction then, he thought suddenly, a glimmer of hope shining through. If he could keep Yuki distracted then he might not notice it straight away. Yes, that was what he had to do. He quickly looked at his watch and blanched. Shit, Yuki would be here any minute!

He ran down the passageway, grabbing at the door frame as socked feet slipped on the wooden boards so he could slingshot himself into the bedroom, propelling himself towards the wardrobe. He hopped on each foot as he hurriedly stripped off the socks, dropping them to the floor as he yanked the wardrobe door open and dove towards some boxes pushed into the far corner. He pulled a couple to one side, tugging out the one on the bottom and frantically ripped off the tape closing the lid, scrabbling around in the contents searching for what he needed.

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Yuki slipped the key in the lock and pushed the door open, feeling a sense of relief as he stepped inside thankful to be back in his own apartment. He was glad to be home after a long day of meetings with his editor and publisher; something he treated as a necessary evil and with all the delight of a visit to the dentist to have every tooth ripped out of his mouth without anesthetic.

He hung his jacket on the hook by the door, toeing his shoes off, wondering why it was so dark. Wasn’t the brat home yet?, he thought irritably. Where the hell was he now? Grumbling, he turned and took a step forward then froze.

From where he was still standing in the entranceway he could see that the lounge room wasn’t completely dark at all as he had first assumed. Lit candles scattered around the room sent dancing shadows over the walls and ceiling and filled the space with their soft glow. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the slight tang of vanilla filled his nostrils as his eyes fixed on the sight before him. He didn’t see the cake on the table, didn’t see anything - except Shuichi.

A Shuichi stretched out on the floor, clothed in tight black shorts, very short and worn like a second skin, tanned legs drawing Yuki’s eyes as they stretched beyond the black shining lycra to show small feet encased in thigh-high soft leather boots.

Yuki’s eyes traveled back up the trim legs, pausing for a moment to savour the sight of Shuichi’s firm buttocks clad in black, to carry up over the taut stomach where the faint outline of tight abs could be discerned. Shuichi wasn’t bulky in the muscle department, but he was lean and fit which turned Yuki on more than any bulging bicep did.

He continued his survey, taking note of the hairless chest that was encased by a crop top of black mesh, looking like a perverted form of chain mail and Yuki could see, even from this distance, the faint rosy outline of the youth’s nipples under the gauze-like material.

He allowed himself to dwell on that view for a moment longer then his eyes continued their journey, following from the collar of the top where it stopped at the base of the throat, stretching down one tanned, toned arm, following its line until he reached the wide black wrist band sporting a large silver hoop that dangled from the leather.

One eyebrow lifted in surprise as he took note of what was attached to that accessory. Trailing from the hoop was a thin silver chain, almost as thin as a thread. Yuki traced its path with his eyes, seeing it disappear under Shuichi’s body only to reappear on the other side where it continued on until attaching to a matching loop on the opposite wrist manacle.

Oh! was all Yuki’s mind managed to think as it took in this delectable and highly unexpected sight. Every portion of the body before him screamed, ‘SEX!’, and it seemed that the temperature of the room was rising rapidly.

He drew his eyes away from the wrist cuff and traced up the arm to the long neck which he could now see was encircled by a studded collar. As he watched it moved, shifting up and down as Shuichi swallowed, the studs glowing in the candlelight. Continuing upwards Yuki now let his eyes drink their fill of Shuichi’s face, that round elfin-featured face with large amethyst eyes gazing seductively back at him that stopped his breath in his chest and sent fires coursing through his veins.

Without thinking his bare feet unconsciously carried him toward this vision, eyes still locked with Shuichi’s, never leaving his face. The youth watched him draw closer and shifted so he was now kneeling, sitting back on his heels so he was forced to look up at Yuki when he had stopped before him.

Yuki saw Shuichi’s bright pink tongue flick out to lick across his lips, leaving them shining with moisture. He noted how Shuichi’s body glistened in the flickering candlelight and realized that the youth had oiled his entire body. At least every bare portion of flesh he could see must have been. The shimmering effect only added to the dream-like quality of this whole scenario making Yuki begin to wonder if he wasn’t doing exactly that – dreaming.

Shuichi remained still, continuing to look up at him as he gazed back silently. Gods, he looked so fuckable!, Yuki couldn’t help thinking. His fingers itched to touch that glistening skin but before he could move Shuichi dropped his hands to the floor and still on his knees, slowly moved closer, crawling, almost stalking forward like a cat slinking towards its prey, every motion measured and controlled and oozing seduction.

Yuki watched as a small hand reached out and touched his bare foot, long fingers dancing lightly, almost ticklishly, over the top the skin, caressing his ankle and Achilles heel, sliding into the dip at the side and tracing circular patterns there. Who would have thought that spot could be so arousing? Perhaps the Greek myth had been all wrong? Perhaps Achilles hadn’t died from an arrow through the heel but instead he had died from over stimulation of this unexpected erogenous zone!

Shuichi’s hands didn’t stop there but continued moving, sliding under the edge of his slacks, caressing the skin of his calf lightly before sliding back down. Lightly Shuichi stroked Yuki’s material covered legs, drawing ever higher, drawing ever closer so his chest was almost touching Yuki’s legs, almost nuzzling against him. Again Yuki was reminded of a cat winding itself around his legs.

Yuki gazed down on the top of the head pressed against him, rubbing against him, feeling the body heat penetrating his clothing. He continued to hold himself rigidly, his entire body beginning to feel the strain and quivering with a need for action yet still unable to move. His growing erection throbbed in his trousers as he watched Shuichi crawl slowly up his body, sliding gracefully over him, seeming to sway almost hypnotically.

Yuki was beginning to think that he had been bewitched so unable was he to take his eyes from the young man before him. He could see the boy’s back and shoulder muscles ripple through the thin top he was wearing as he moved, every motion creating another movement that shifted skin and clothing alike.

A glittering line of silver caught his eye and he saw once again the chain that ran from each wrist, the thread running behind Shuichi’s back, stark against the black of the clothing and tanned skin. That cord was enticing, teasing as it slithered across the flesh or caught up in the cloth. It was long enough to not impede Shuichi’s motions yet giving the illusion of being bound. It was a tantalizing tease, a seductive contradiction of freedom and captivity, and Yuki was beginning to want to see just how Shuichi truly would look bound by such strands, and all his.

Shuichi had risen to his feet now, dragging himself higher, still pressing closely against Yuki’s body. His hands slid up the front of Yuki’s shirt, bunching the material into handfuls so it slowly slithered out of the top of his trousers. Yuki hissed, his breath escaping unexpectedly at the sensation of the material tugging over his raging hard-on as Shuichi kept drawing it higher, gathering it in his hands as he continued to push upwards.

Yuki couldn’t suppress the slight shiver as the cool silkiness slid up over his torso until Shuichi held it under his arms, baring his chest entirely. He stood still as the other’s head drew closer so he could feel the moist heat of his breath grazing his skin, sending a jolt of fire directly to his groin.

He kept his gaze locked on the down-turned face, saw the pink tongue slide out and lightly touch, just with the tip, his right nipple. He gasped and couldn’t stop himself arching into that touch even though he had been expecting it, couldn’t stop his nipple from hardening immediately. Shuichi leant forward again and once more that warm tongue delicately ran over his nipple circling it, before lovingly sliding over the erect nub with a little flick.

Yuki’s entire body was quivering now, desire wracking him from head to toe as his blood pounded through his veins and he could hear his harsh breathing filling the room. He felt Shuichi tightened his grip and latch his rosebud mouth firmly to his nipple, suckling hard and his head flew back as he let out a cry of deep animalistic pleasure, both hands coming up to wrap about the slim body and press it closer to his.

Shuichi continued to lavish attention on Yuki’s nipple; licking, nibbling, biting, until he felt it almost reaching to the point of pain the pleasure was so intense. Just when he thought he wouldn’t be able to tolerate any more Shuichi suddenly switched to the other long neglected partner and proceeded to pour the same dedication onto that one.

Yuki felt like he was being consumed by the fires raging inside him. Every touch of Shuichi’s mouth and tongue seared him and Shuichi’s hands burned where they rested on his flesh, whilst the fiercest fire raged in the pit of his belly.

Shuichi suddenly released the nipple he was lovingly abusing and Yuki felt his shirt slither back down his heated body, the coolness welcome although the touch of the material was almost too painful to bear due to his heightened sensitivity.

He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep shuddering breath, trying to calm his racing heart and gather his muddled senses. He felt a tug and glanced down to see Shuichi’s nimble hands had already undone the top two buttons of his shirt and even as he watched, the head dipped once again towards his flesh and he felt that deliciously painful pleasure begin once more as Shuichi’s tongue rasped with agonizing slowness down his sternum following the path opened up by his hands as each button was released, baring his flesh to the hungry mouth that eagerly fed on his body.

His hands still rested on Shuichi’s shoulders feeling the flex of muscles under his fingers with every movement, the silky touch of the youth’s hair sliding over his skin, the heat from the body seeming to burn with an intensity that matched his own. The last button was undone and Shuichi’s tongue dipped into his navel making Yuki groan and shudder at the sensation, his stomach muscles tightening involuntarily, before that wickedly delightful appendage slipped lower to slowly draw along the edge of his waist where trousers met flesh, dipping oh, so slightly beneath the material to the heated flesh below.

Shuichi’s hands pushed upwards as his tongue retraced its path until his hands were on Yuki’s shoulders, lightly brushing across his pectoral muscles, bumping over the hard nubs of his nipples that ached at the all too fleeting contact and yearning for more. He was forced to release his hold on the body before him as Shuichi slowly slid his shirt from his shoulders, letting it slide down his arms to flutter to the ground and pool behind him on the floor.

Shuichi then let his tongue return to its downward path and Yuki could only continue to watch as Shuichi gracefully slid to his knees once more, his hot breath caressing Yuki’s erection, heating it through the material and making it twitch with impatience.

Yuki let out a shuddering groan as Shuichi suddenly nuzzled his groin, his hands sliding behind and cupping Yuki’s buttocks and pulling him closer against his face. He felt Shuichi’s mouth over his hidden erection, sucking on him through the cloth and making him moan further at the indirect contact. He slid his hands into the silky hair, his own head dropping so his chin almost touched his chest, closing his eyes at the touch and thrusting in counter point to the pressure being pressed against him.

He opened his eyes as he felt Shuichi slip away from that position, the loss of the body heat startling him. Shuichi leant back a little and reached out, hands sliding along Yuki’s waist, two fingers slipped under the material to trail against the flesh. They met in the centre and began to slowly undo his belt. He heard the soft clink as the metal released, the sound loud in the stillness of the room. The button quickly followed and then Yuki felt the zip being slowly, agonizingly slowly, drawn down, the pressure of its passage running along the full length of his erection and making him suck his breath in as desire crashed through him.

Shuichi leant in and mouthed him once more through the material of his briefs, tongue flicking over the head of his erect member just showing above the waist band, licking up the drop of precum weeping from the slit. Yuki grunted at the contact, almost falling to his knees with the heady pleasure he felt at the warmth and moistness, the roughness of the tongue over that most sensitive portion of his anatomy.

Shuichi hands drifted lower and pushed at Yuki’s clothing, nudging Yuki who obliged by lifting one foot, balancing by leaning on Shuichi’s shoulders, as the trousers were tugged off one foot, then shifting to the other. Yuki expected Shuichi to remove his briefs immediately also but instead the boy bent right down until his chest almost touched the floor, arse sticking up in the air, and Yuki jerked as a wet tongue licked over the top of his left foot, sliding over the bone structure, swirling around to touch the ankle bone, before beginning its ascent.

As the tongue trailed up his leg Yuki felt the pressure building in his cock making it ache. Shuichi continued at his own pace, slowly drawing nearer to the place that Yuki yearned for him to reach as quickly as possible. Shuichi tongued the junction of flesh where thigh met groin but instead of doing as Yuki had hoped, he moved to the other leg and repeated the process in reverse down that limb.

Yuki felt the frustration building so much that he was almost at the point of begging, a thought that horrified him. By this time Shuichi had returned to his original starting position and Yuki hungrily devoured with his eyes that upraised butt, his cock twitching with the urge to plunge deep within that tight channel and plunder the warmth within.

He suddenly sucked in and held his breath as Shuichi began his upward journey once more however this time focused solely on the tender inside of Yuki’s legs, crossing from side to side so each received equal attention, the softer flesh quivering at every touch.

Yuki couldn’t prevent himself shifting, spreading his legs wider to allow greater access to Shuichi’s talented tongue, not caring how wanton it may make him appear. Shuichi took immediate advantage of the opening and shuffled closer, nestling within the V of Yuki’s legs as he continued his ministrations.

Yuki could feel Shuichi’s soft hair caressing the inside of his thighs, sliding over the skin as the youth’s head drew higher. Then, completely unexpectedly, Shuichi reached around, his hands firmly gripping Yuki’s buttocks and he tilted his head upwards just slightly so he could tongue across the testicles that were still tightly encased in cloth.

Yuki moaned in almost agony as the fires raged through him, sweat breaking out on his forehead as he shuddered. He could feel the pooling moisture on his lower abdomen as his cock wept and he feared he was going to totally embarrass himself and come then and there. Fortunately Shuichi withdrew almost immediately and Yuki sighed with relief, sagging a little, his breathing ragged.

He felt Shuichi slip fingers inside the waist band of his briefs and begin to draw them downwards. Yuki felt a sense of liberation as the last of the constriction was removed from his blood engorged member allowing it to spring free, jerking violently as though it had a mind of its own. But there was little respite this time for Yuki as Shuichi didn’t waste time in taking his briefs off fully as he had the trousers.

The briefs were only just to his knees, and the only warning he had was a gust of hot breath before he was taken deeply into the warm, moist cavern of Shuichi’s mouth. He cried out, hands tangling in the silky hair, shuddering again as the suction increased. He could feel Shuichi’s tongue running up his length, curling around the head, licking the tip, and he moaned as he hardened further, the pressure building. Gods, he was going to cum!

He opened his mouth to tell Shuichi to stop, tugging at the head, trying to draw him away, when Shuichi slid his wet lips upwards along the entire length of his erection, nibbling on the end lightly, and then, instead of withdrawing as Yuki had thought he was, plunging Yuki’s cock deep into his mouth, so deep that he could feel Shuichi’s throat constrict around his erection forming a tight channel. Then Shuichi swallowed. That was the last straw; he couldn’t handle it anymore.

“ARGH!!” Yuki cried as his whole body arched and shuddered and Shuichi continued to swallow, milking every drop of cum from his body. Every swallow made him shudder and jerk in response again, feeling his knees begin to weaken as his energy was drained from him. Finally Shuichi released him, having drawn everything he could from Yuki as though he had been trying to suck out his very essence.

Yuki struggled to stay on his feet, struggled to calm his breathing and pounding heart as he stared down into the flushed upturned face looking at him. Shuichi’s pupils were dilated, almost filling his face, lust blatantly written over every feature, with a small drop of Yuki’s cum glistening at the corner of his mouth which he licked up even as he stared up at Yuki.

Then, with a predatory gleam, Shuichi crawled up Yuki’s body, stretching onto tiptoes as he tangled fingers into Yuki’s sweat soaked hair and demandingly tugged his head down until their lips met in a devouring kiss.

Yuki could taste the slight bitterness of his release but it was soon lost in the sweetness that was Shuichi. He reveled in the way Shuichi was kissing him, the intense need and desire that Shuichi was expressing in his every action. Yuki ran his hands down the slim body pressing it harder and firmer, feeling it writhe against him. He could feel the hard erection pressing against him through Shuichi’s tight shorts as he cupped Shuichi’s arse and pulled him in closer.

The feel of the mesh and lycra of Shuichi’s clothing against his bare flesh was intoxicating, rubbing over his sensitized nipples and re-stirring cock. He nipped at Shuichi’s bottom lip, sucking on it, feeling it begin to swell from the pressure he was applying. He always loved how Shuichi looked after he had been thoroughly kissed almost senseless.

He felt Shuichi moan into his mouth, fingers clutching at him frantically. Yuki tightened his grip on his arse and lifted him, crushing him against his chest and then letting his slide slowly down until Shuichi’s feet once more reached the floor, causing them to moan in unison as heated flesh burnt against heated flesh.

Yuki’s erection had reawakened fully now and he growled deep in his throat as his need built once more. He wanted to quench that fire in the only way he knew how. He wanted Shuichi real bad. Shuichi mewed in response, the sound only increasing Yuki’s animalistic urges, stirring a primitive desire deep inside his soul.

He slid his hands over Shuichi’s bare stomach feeling the youth squirm at his touch, panting. He gripped the bottom of the crop top and yanked it up and over the boy’s head, leaning down and fastening his lips to the white throat that was bared to him whilst Shuichi’s head was forced back, sucking hard enough that it would leave a bruise just below the collar. He was making sure to leave his mark on his property for Shuichi was his and his alone!

Shuichi wove his hands tighter into Yuki’s hair, pulling him in closer, chanting in a husky voice, “Yes, yes, YES!”

Yuki didn’t need any urging or encouragement and lifted his head to gaze down at the bared torso, mottled with the blood flushing the taut skin as Shuichi’s desire increased. It was then that he noticed that the silver chain connecting Shuichi’s wrists had also prevented his shirt from falling to the floor, instead it had pooled behind him, hanging from the chain.

Ah, Yuki thought, an evil smile curling his lips. Shuichi saw it and shivered, mewling, desire and fear warring with each other in his eyes. Yuki growled again and hooked his fingers in the band of Shuichi’s shorts and with one yank pulled them downwards, quickly having them beyond his knees. Shuichi cried out at the rough treatment as the skin tight material caught and pulled on his stiff member but that didn’t stop Yuki.

He wrapped his hand immediately around Shuichi’s erection and began to pump him almost bringing him to his knees as he clutched at the taller man. As he teased him, Yuki lifted one foot and hooked it in the material still tangling the youth’s legs and dragged it down to the floor, then lifted him quickly and kicking the article of clothing aside, before returning to his assault on the moaning wriggling creature pressed against him.

As Shuichi’s moans increased in intensity and volume, Yuki reached around with one hand to grab the dangling chain, keeping the other occupied on Shuichi’s rigid cock. He drew up the slack and then swiftly looped it over each slim shoulder, each time taking up more slack and tightening it around the youth’s body. Shuichi’s shirt was now nestled in the small of his back and his arms were almost fully crossed over his chest.

“Yuki,” Shuichi moaned as Yuki pulled it a little tighter, liking the sight of the silver transecting the smooth tanned skin, digging in a little as he twisted it further. “Yuki!” Shuichi moaned again, louder.

That was enough to make him forget his new-found toy so he left the chain where it was, sliding one hand into Shuichi’s hair and drawing his mouth into a hungry kiss as his other hand dropped back to fondle the weeping cock, making the other moan and arch into him.

He smeared the oozing precum over his hand, rubbing it up and down Shuichi’s length, before going back to collect more, feeling the stickiness coating his fingers. After doing this a few times he trailed his hand around behind Shuichi, sliding a finger down between his buttocks and finding the puckered entrance, swirling a finger lightly around the rim. He suddenly sucked Shuichi’s tongue into his mouth as he pushed one finger inwards, plunging deep into the heated channel that clenched tightly around the invading digit.

Shuichi let out a high cry which Yuki swallowed as he shuddered. Yuki didn’t release his hold on the youth nor release his mouth no matter how much Shuichi twisted. Yuki felt his own body responding more and more to the intimacy, the blood pounding in his head, the need building within him. He pulled the finger out and plunged it in again, repeating the motion, speeding it up, listening as Shuichi’s cries of pleasure increased, punctuated by moans, the youth’s entire body quivering under Yuki’s firm hands. He was becoming impatient, losing the restraint with which he had been holding himself back. He needed Shuichi now!

He added a second finger and pushed both deep inside and this time Shuichi found the strength to wrench his mouth free, head thrown back as an almost primal scream ripped from his throat, beads of sweat running down the exposed white column as he clung to Yuki like his life depended on it.

He rose on his toes as Yuki mercilessly continued to pump his fingers in and out and then, with a last shuddering cry, Shuichi came, spurting his release across his stomach and chest as well as Yuki’s. He would have collapsed then if Yuki hadn’t pulled him back in tight against his own firm body, even though this action ensured that his secretion was smeared liberally between them.

Yuki pushed the limp form down onto the floor, draping himself over it, covering it entirely, feeling the flesh cooling although his own was burning just as fiercely. He swooped in and captured Shuichi’s mouth in a hard kiss and in a matter of moments felt Shuichi responding to it, allowing Yuki to plunge his tongue inwards to twine around his, swallowing his breath.

Shuichi’s hands touched Yuki’s chest, still trapped between them not just by Yuki’s body but also by the constriction of the chain. Every touch spurred Yuki onwards with the need to find his satisfaction and soon. The body beneath him was soft and warm, moulding to his own like it belonged, and he yearned to own it completely.

His eye caught sight of the platter resting on the table by their side. The cake was not what he was noticing but the large quantities of cream topping each piece. He stretched and his long arm reached comfortably as he used two fingers to scoop a generous dollop of cream from the top bringing it back without so much as a single drip.

He gazed down at the heaving chest beneath him and slowly dipped a finger in the cream and reached down to coat first one nipple and then the other. Shuichi moaned and squirmed, crying out when Yuki dipped his head to slowly lick every trace of the cream away. He repeated this process a second then third time, driving Shuichi to greater height of passion. When the cream was gone he held out his hand before Shuichi’s face and watched as he sensuously licked each finger, sucking them into his mouth and lapping at the palm of his hand. Yuki was so hard it was painful and he could see Shuichi’s erection standing upright against his stomach as proof he was not immune to the activities they were partaking in.

He grabbed one leg and wrestled with the boot, flinging it to one side once he had it off and then turned to the other leg and doing the same. As he left Shuichi’s now bare legs fall he reached out for more cream and this time smeared it over the youth’s erection. The sight of Shuichi’s cock coated in thick cream filled his mind with desire and he swooped down to devour it, swallowing him forcefully and sucking so hard that it was almost enough to cause pain as he ensured that all the cream was removed.

His breathing was coming so rapidly now he was beginning to worry that he might hyperventilate as he slid back up Shuichi’s body so he was once again lying on top of him. He slipped a leg between Shuichi’s, forcing them open and as the youth obliged he was soon fully nestled between them. Shuichi automatically drew his legs up to wrap around Yuki’s slim waist, heels digging into the small of his back and drawing him closer. Yuki could feel his stiff erection jabbing at Shuichi’s buttocks as though it was seeking its own fulfillment, knowing it would find pleasure beyond imagining once they were joined at that point.

He reached back and grabbed the backs of Shuichi’s thighs, pushing his legs up and apart as he sat up and looked down at the view revealed to him. He was positioned perfectly, Shuichi’s entrance pink and swollen, beckoning to him. He nudged forward, letting the tip of his cock push against the tight flesh. Shuichi moaned at the contact. Yuki pushed again, firmer this time, feeling the entrance give way slightly under the pressure. Shuichi’s moan was more a plea this time and Yuki couldn’t stop the almost feral smile of smugness that stretched across his face. Oh, yes, he would make Shuichi scream tonight!

He tightened his grip on the slim white legs and pushed them higher, raising hips and arse, and this time there was no gentle nudge but he plunged forward, breaching the barrier with one thrust and burying himself to the hilt within the sweetness beyond.

Shuichi cried out, hands clutching at his forearms and he felt the interior muscles rippling around him, making him wince and clench his teeth in an effort to not come right at that moment. Now was just too soon!

He took a deep breath to gain some further control as he felt Shuichi begin to relax around him as the youth’s body became more accustomed to the sudden intrusion. Shuichi’s eyes opened to look up at him, passion shining in them, passion and a fierce glow of love that matched the tender smile that touched his lips.

Caught in that gaze Yuki leant down to brush those lips with his, a soft touch, a gentle promise that he too loved him. As he teased the lips with his tongue he pushed forward, driving himself even deeper still inside Shuichi’s warmth causing the other to toss his head back and groan, sighing with the pleasure coursing through his body.

By this stage, Yuki had had enough. No more nice or gentle. He leant back and took a firm grip once more on Shuichi’s legs and spread them wider, snapping his hips forward, angling upwards to strike Shuichi’s prostate. The shuddering cry and immediate flush that swept over Shuichi’s face was evidence enough that his aim had been accurate and he began to move in earnest, for every time he struck Shuichi’s sweet spot his interior muscles gripped Yuki’s cock tighter, taking him ever closer to the edge.

He sped up his movements, thrusting into Shuichi with a wild abandon he hadn’t felt for many months, feeling a desire to consume this body before him and therefore be forever one with him. He could feel himself getting closer to climax, the tension building in the depths of his belly, his muscles beginning to quiver and tense up.

Shuichi was crying out over and over, every time higher and more passionately, calling for Yuki to go deeper, faster, harder, until with a final cry he came, calling out Yuki’s name and with that Yuki thrust one last time and held himself still as he followed, his body jerking with every spasm until it was over and he slumped forward, breathing heavily.

His eyes tried to close, the post-coital tiredness beginning to flood through his mind and body when the feel of cold metal touching his chest made him lift himself and look down. What he had felt had been the silver chain still wrapped around Shuichi’s torso, red marks criss-crossing his flesh from where it had been pressed in from his movements. That sight was enough to make Yuki’s previously flaccid cock twitch in response.

He gazed possessively down at the body beneath him. Shuichi looked breathtaking – disheveled and thoroughly debauched, and he felt immense pleasure in knowing that he solely was responsible for that look. No-one could make Shuichi look like this - no-one.

His cock twitched again. It still needed a little more time to recover but Yuki could think of plenty of ways to pass that time and more than one of them beginning to focus on that chain as all thoughts of his own rest flew away.

He knelt back and swept Shuichi’s limp form up in his arms and carried him into the bedroom. “Yuki,” Shuichi mumbled, sleepily. “What are you doing?”

Yuki looked down at the flushed face and glazed eyes as he laid the youth down on the bed. He ran his eyes possessively over the entire length of Shuichi’s body, drinking in the delightful sight. His hand went to his half-hard erection, stroking himself lightly and he saw Shuichi’s eyes widen as they watched his motions.

Yuki smiled at him in a very predatory manner as he knelt down very slowly on the bed. He leant over him, running a finger lightly over the chain wrapped around the other’s body, slipping one finger underneath and giving a little tug causing the chain to rub against one nipple and drawing an involuntary moan from Shuichi.

“I’m going to fuck you senseless,” he whispered evenly into Shuichi’s shell-like ear, seeing it flush before his eyes.

“Oh,” was all that Shuichi had time to breath out before Yuki plundered his mouth once more.

And so Yuki proceeded to prove to Shuichi that he truly could keep that promise.

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Yuki padded out of the bedroom in his bare feet feeling the cool boards under foot and yawning widely. It was unusual for him to be awake before Shuichi but then, and a smile that could only be described as wicked graced his lips, he was certain he had managed to tire the youth out considerably last night. Oh, yes, that had been a very good evening!

He entered the lounge room, thinking only of the coffee pot that he was aiming for in the kitchen when he abruptly stopped and stared. What….?!

He blinked and looked again. It was still there. He scrubbed his hand over his eyes. Could he be hallucinating? Had he hit his head at some point last night and given himself a concussion?

He looked again. No, it was still there. That meant that it was there!

He glared at the offending item. What the hell was it doing here? Suddenly it dawned on him. Shuichi! It had to be him!

He anger boiled over as he raised his voice and roared out back down the silent passageway to the bedroom, “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT RUG DOING IN MY HOME?!

~ End ~

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A/N: For those wondering what a ‘Cymbalom’ is (spelling sometimes differs slightly): The cymbalom is a Hungarian hammer dulcimer, which is traditionally played with two wooden "hammers" which resemble curved chopsticks. Michael Masley plays the Cymbalom with his own invention, a system of eight "bowhammers" and thumbpicks, allowing him to pluck, bow, or strike the strings in any combination, and resulting in a sound wholly his own.

I have seen this instrument being played using the unusual ‘bowhammers’ and it is quite fascinating.

Also, no animal was harmed in the writing of this story - it is not the skin of a real tiger being used!