New Beginnings

The four men trouped down the stairs, Bou bouncing and whistling as they piled into Tsukasa's car. Practice was over and they were hungry. Rose, a little more cranky than usual, had opted to go home, so it was just Bou and Kirito in the back seats, Tsukasa and Hakuei up front. Tsukasa had suggested a nice sushi restraunt on the other side of town, so here they were.

It only took a few minutes to get there, traffic being light in the middle of the afternoon. They hurried inside and waited to be seated.

Kirito stared at Bou, the blonde's body swaying to some tune only he could hear, hips slowly moving back and forth, barely covered by a thin, silky fabric. Catching his lovers eye, his hands began to run over his torso, one hand slowly pulling his shirt over his bellybutton, while the other hooked onto the top of the skirt, inching it very slowly lower over his narrow hips. Kirito narrowed his eyes and leaned down, arms wrapping around the smaller man.

"You just had to wear that outfit, didn't you?" he murmered, his breath sending shivers down the other man's spine. "What are you trying to do to me?"

Bou turned around in his arms, head down coyly, his small fingers hooking into the belt loops of Kirito's pants. He just grinned, looking up through thick, black lashes until their server came to them, announcing a table had come available. Bou turned back around, grabbing Kirito's hands and placing them on his hips. The taller man felt the the other man's slender body move under his palms, hips swaying back and forth as they walked slowly behind Tsukasa and Hakuei to their table in the back.

Their waitress led them to a table, leaving them with menus and drinks. Bou held his menu in one hand, the other idly caressing the cool surface of the glass. He dipped his middle finger briefly into the peach flavored chu-hi, then slowly circled the rim, round and round, water dripping down the side in a slow, lazy stream. Kirito cleared his throat, shifting in his seat and Bou grinned, eyes still focused on the menu infront of him.

Tsukasa eyed his brother, one brow raised. "You ok?"

Kirito's eyes darted around, sweat starting to form on his brow. "I, uh, think I need to use the men's room." He stood hastily, turning towards where he knew the washrooms were. "Just order me.... tuna, I guess."

After a moment, Bou put his menu aside and stood as well. "Tsukasa, would you be so kind as to order my usual as well?" He smiled sweetly. "I'm going to go check on Kirito. Perhaps he's not feeling... well."

He made his way through the crowd restraunt, beelining towards the bathroom. He knocked on the door to the men's room, then waited, hands clasped infront of him. A second later the door flew open and a hand grabbed him, dragging him inside, slamming him against the wall across the small room. He door was shut and locked, then Kirito was apon him, kissing, fondling, carressing with hungry hands and lips. His skirt bunched up over his hips as he was lifted up against the wall.

Kirito unzipped his leather pants, then fumbled for a small item in his pocket, something Bou was sure he now carried with him always, as it seemed he was always in a constant state of arousal. A moment later, he felt fingers entering him, slowly, but a certain urgancy just barely kept in check. He forced himself to relax, his calloused fingers running through Kirito's thick dark hair, and soon enough, the hand left and was replaced with something much larger. He bit his lip as Kirito pushed into him as gently as he could, then stilled, his body trembling with need.

He took several shakey breaths, then squeezed his thighs around the other man. Kirito began to move, setting a fast, rough pace, Bou's teasing earlier having gotten him more worked up than he had thought. He bit his lip as Kirito's thrusts brushed against his prostate, that bundle of nerves sending electrical shocks throught his body. He could feel that familar sensation traveling through his abdomen and knew he wouldn't last long either.

Kirito burried his face in Bou's neck, thin blonde hair loose around the other man's shoulders. They moved as one, neither making much sound, only gasps and quiet moans of pleasure filling the room. Bou threw his head back, unable to take it any longer and groaned, his orgasm swift but harsh. A few momants later, Kirito gasped, his breath catching in his throat, and he too came, shuddering under Bou's gentle caresses. They slumped to the ground, Kiritos' legs shaking, catching their breaths, still in a tight embrace.

"Evil..." Kirito whispered in Bou's ear.


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They walked back to the table, hand in hand, pausing only to let a group pass infront of them. "Look." Bou whispered and pointed. Tsukasa was leaning on the table, one elbow propped upon it's laqured surface, jaw resting on his palm. He was smiling sweetly, giggling at whatever Hakuei was saying in his expressive, animated way. Bou looked up at his lover, giving his hand a squeeze. "I haven't seen him this happy in.... a very long time, I'm afraid, ever since..."

Kirito shook his head. "I wasn't sure if he would ever get over it, and even though he's been more.. normal over the past few months, I certainly didn't see him falling in love so soon." He looked down at the other man, a small smile on his lips. "But I'm certainly glad he has." He gave him a slight squeeze and they walked across the lobby to join the others.


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Tsukasa pulled into the driveway and Bou and Kirito climbed out, waving goodbye to the other two. They sat there until the door to the second floor shut behind their friends and Tsukasa turned to his remaining passenger.

"I just realized that you've never seen my apartment," he said. "Wanna come over for awhile? Or do you want to go back home? Kisaki won't be back for a couple more hours, extra classes and such, so we can watch a movie or something."

"Sure." Hakuei grinned. "I'd like to see your apartment."

Tsukasa backed out of the driveway and turned in the opposite direction they normally went.

"Kisaki gets a large amount of money from his parents for food and housing," Tsukasa explained as they headed towards campus, "kind of their way of ensuring that he'll stay in school, get his degrees and come home to run the family business."

"What do they do?"

"They own and run a chain of high-class restaurants in the district." He turned the car down a narrow, one way street, riding along various campus buildings and houses. He pulled into a small parking lot, climbed out and led them to a nice, three-story apartment building. Tsukasa used a key and let them enter an elevator accessable from the outside.

"We live up on the top floor," he said as the elevator slowly carried them skyward. "It is only two bedrooms, but it has a decent amount of floor space, something very difficult to find around here, with a small bathroom, kitchen and a balcony off our rooms."

The elevator door opened and Tsukasa led him down the hall, pushing his key through the lock of their apartment and letting them in. They took off their shoes and Hakuei looked around.

Most of the main room had been decorated in white, whith black, grey and light blue highloghts. It made for a very modern, sleek look that Hakuei liked very much. Thin, white curtains hung from the windows, fluttering slightly in the warm afternoon breeze. The couch and chair were both white leather, matching the thick white carpet below their feet. two small laquer endtables and matching coffee table stood out dramatically against all the pearly white. Bookshelves lined the walls, sparadic artwork interupted the literary flow.

"Very impressive." Hakuei said

"Thank you." Tsukasa led him into the kitchen and brought two glasses out of the cabinet. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Water please."

Tsukasa grabbed a bowel of fruit and sat down at the small table, Hakuei following suit. He picked up an orange, his sharp nails slowly peeling away the thick outer skin. He pulled off half and offered it to the other man, who accepted it, holding it in his hands. Hakeui watched, facinated, as Tsukasa pulled apart a small piece, taking it into his mouth and sucked hard. He slowly bite down, savoring the sweet juice trickling down his throat, then licked his fingers clean, one by one, taking each digit into his mouth in turn. He heard something drop and looked up.

Hakuei's orange piece had fallen out of his hand, a single piece frozen halfway up to his mouth. Tsukasa smiled slightly and stood, taking the orange slice from the other man.

"I think I need a shower." He said, setting the fruit on the table. He walked through the livingroom and turned right into a small bathroom between to other door.

"Hakuei?" he called. "Would you mind grabbing me a towel from my bedroom? It's the first door on the right."

Hakuei did as he was asked, stepping into Tsukasa's room. The place was neat and orderly, just as he pictured it would be. He smiled at the various books and magazines, pictures and albums all neatly lined upon shelves and bookcases. He spotted a stack on towls on thefloor in the open closet and grabbed one. He left the room and knocked on the bathroom door. He could hear the water already running.

The door opened and Hakuei thrust the towel forward. A hand reached out and touched the towel, but did not take it. The door opened further and Tsukasa grabbed ahold of Hakuei's wrist, pulling him inside. Hakuei was too shocked to say anything as the door closed behind him and Tsukasa pulled his face down, kissing him softly. The shorter man had already undressed and he pressed himself up against the other man, his hands running through his thick, soft hair.

"Would you like to join me?" Tsukasa asked, his voice a warm murmer in Hakuei's ear.

Hakuei kissed him deeply, hands fumbling for his own clothing and Tsukasa stepped back and into the small standing shower. After ridding himself of his clothing, Hakuei stepped in behind him. Tsukasa reached down and pulled the switch, forcing the water to flow up the pipes and rain down over them. Hakuei grabbed a loufa sponge off a peg, then spotted a bottle of liquid soap. He spread some over the spong and gently drug it across his lovers skin.

Tsukasa closed his eyes, pushing into the course touch as Hakuei made wide, lazy circles over his shoulders and and down his back. Hakuei ran his fingers throught the younger man's long, dark hair, pushing it out of the way as he placed soft, gentle kisses along his neck. Tsukasa moaned, his head rolling to the side, giving the other more access to his long neck.

Hakuei reached his unoccupied hand around to Tsukasa's chest, fingertips teasing the erect nubs he found there. He dropped the sponge at their feet and brought his other hand up, caressing Tsukasa's pale back. His fingers stopped suddenly, rough pink and white ridges under his fingertips. He leaned back a bit, peering through the water streaming down on them. His eyes focused on the scares, some faded, some more prominent, crisscrossing his slender back.

"What .. what happened to you?" His hands travled along the roadmap of pain cut into the other's skin. "Who did this to you?"

Tsukasa tensed, body trembling under his lover's fingertips.

"No one," he whispered, "it was a long time ago." He turned around, hiding his scars from Hakuei's eyes, and reached down, hands encircling the taller man's hardening erection.

Hakuei gasped at the sudden boldness, his head thown back as Tsukasa's hands worked up and down his shaft, nails gliding along the sides, faster and faster. Hakuei reached down, grabbing ahold of Tsukasa, pumping his hand up and down in time with the other. Together they gasped and moaned, Tsukasa leaning forward on his chest

"Where have you been," he moaned in Tsukasa's ear, "all my life?" He bit down gently on the other man's delicious neck, when suddenly his orgasm seized him, taking him by surprise. He groaned, biting down harder than he ment too as he spilled warm liquid into Tsukasa's hands, every muscle in his body constricting.

Hakuei's hands tightened over Tsukasa's cock, almost painfully, and it was more than the younger man could take. With a gasp, back arching into Hakuei's touch, Tsukasa rode out his own orgasm, hands comming up to grip Hakuei's waist when his legs threatened to give out. Hakuei grabbed his waist and lowered them both to the floor. He reached behind the other man and turned off the water before settling back against the wall. He pulled Tsukasa to his chest, fingers lazily tracing his collarbone.

"If I had known I would meet you," he whispered in Tsukasa's ear, "I would never have left Japan."

Large, hot tears welled up in Tsukasa's eyes as his breath hitched in his chest, gasping, startling the other man. His whole body seemed to shake as he curled into Hakuei's embrace.

"I wish you had." Tsukasa whispered, tears spilling down his flushed cheeks.

Bewildered, and not a little frightened, all Hakuei could do was stroke his lovers wet head and back, murmering soothing words on deaf ears as the smaller man silently cried himself into a fitful sleep.