New Beginnings

Yoshiki's fingers danced over the keyboard, eyes narrowed intently at the screen before him. The night had been surprisingly busy, so this brief lull between customers to catch up on paperwork was a welcome reprieve. There was always paperwork.

He paused a moment, rubbing his sore neck and shoulders, then retrieved a small tub of hand cream from the top drawer of his massive desk. He spread a small amount over his painfully dry hands, mind wandering. A knock on the door reminded him that there was still work to be done. With a sigh, he dropped the cream beside the computer and resumed his task.

"It's open," he called, not bothering to look up as the tall figure came to stand before his desk.

"Nice place you have here, YoYo-chan."

Yoshiki's fingers froze over the keys as that all-too-familiar voice spoke a nickname he'd not heard in many years. His eyes slowly made their way up the dark haired man smiling down at him.

"Acchan."

"Never really pictured you as the bar-owning type, but I think it suits you," the man remarked approvingly. "Your place, your rules."

The blonde man's jaw clenched, eyes narrow as he turned his attention back to his work, fingers furiously pounding the keyboard. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to find you."

A bitter smile spread across Yoshiki's face. "Somehow I doubt that. After virtually no contact throughout all these years? I think not." He snorted. "I have far better things to do with my time than-"

"Than what?" the other man grinned, deep-set eyes dancing playfully. "Come on... surely you can spare a minute to visit with an old friend?" He sat on the long part of the L-shaped desk and leaned forward on one hand, long hair spilling over his broad shoulders. "Please? For old time's sake?"

A shiver ran up his spine, as old memories flooded his mind. With a sigh, Yoshiki leaned back, arms crossing over his narrow chest.

"Fine, Atsushi-san," he said, keeping his voice devoid of emotion, "tell me; why are you really here?"

The dark-haired man chuckled slightly as his eyes drifted around the room. "We're taking a break between tours, a little vacation so to speak. I've been thinking about you, especially lately, so I came out here to see how you were doing." His eyes settled back on Yoshiki. "It looks like you've been doing well."

Yoshiki looked away, though his eyes mirrored the other man's captivating smile. Atsushi picked up the small picture frame from beside his computer.

"Is this your son?" he asked. "What is he now, twenty?"

"Almost twenty-three," Yoshiki said, retrieving his beloved photograph from the other's grasp. Their fingers brushed and his voice faltered. "He's.. actually here right now, in Japan, living with me."

"Really? That's good to hear. And how is Shiina?"

Yoshiki's face grew dark, lips pursed. "She died," came a surprisingly small voice, "a few months ago." He heard a faint rustling as the other man moved around the desk and knelt before him.

"What happened?"

"A car crash near her home in the US," Yoshiki said, his voice low. "That's one of the reasons Hakuei has come to live with me."

Atsushi placed a hand lightly on Yoshiki's knee. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I know how much you loved her, in your own way."

Yoshiki looked down at the hand on his knee, then looked away.

"I... I've missed you. You know that, don't you?" He cursed himself silently. "After all these years, damned if I still don't..."

A hand gently pulled his face downward. "That's why I'm here," Atsushi said, and kissed his lips.

Yoshiki sighed, feeling himself melt into those soft lips as he kissed back. He felt hands roaming over his blue silk shirt, deft fingers easily undoing the pearly buttons. A moment later, a hand slipped under the fabric, gently sliding over the smooth skin of his chest. A small noise escaped his lips, eyes closing as he arched into the other's touch. Suddenly he pushed the other man away roughly, fingers fumbling to rebutton his shirt. He stood and marched to the door, hand resting on the cool metal doorknob

"I'm not falling for this again," he said, his voice quivering slightly. "I think you should go."

Atsushi slowly slood and joined the other man at the door. He laid one hand on the doorknob over Yoshiki's, gently, but with enough force that the other could not remove his hand easily. His other hand slowly crept to the blonde's shoulder, only to be slapped away like a fly. He tried again, touching his hip, then his arm, but every time he was turned away.

After a pause, Atsushi lifted his hand, and for a moment Yoshiki thought he had won, until those soft hands lighted on his cheek, gently caressing his jaw and neck
With a growl deep in his throat, Yoshiki whipped his head around and shoved the tall man away, forcing his against the nearest wall. He grabbed his arms, pinning them to his sides, and kissed him with a passion that both surprised and excited the other man. Atsushi groaned and returned the kiss, a fierceness that only this man could bring out of him flowing through his body. He pushed against the arms restraining him, his powerful arms and shoulders overwhelming the slightly shorter man. He turned his arms, grabbing Yoshiki's wrists and chuckled in his mouth.

"I always did love this hidden side of you," he murmered, "always fiercly fighting me, Yoshiki-chan." He hastily guided the other man backward until they collided with the long end of Yoshiki's desk. Atsushi felt the other man strain against the grip he held so tight apon his wrists, even as he kissed and nipped Atsushi's face and neck, tasting every inch of skin he could. Atsushi grinned and lifted him up, dropping him roughly on the smooth surface of his desk.

Yoshiki grunted at the treatment and bit his neck, smiling at the sharp intake of the other man's breath. He scooted back as the other joined him on the desk, then buried his face in his dark tresses, breathing deep the smell of his clean hair. Atsushi's fingers flew to Yoshiki's pants, pulling down the zipper and yanking them down and off him before starting on his own.

"Lube??" Atsushi breathed as Yoshiki nibbled on his earlobe.

"What do you take me for?" the blonde growled, then licked his neck. "Cream, by the monitor."

Atsushi groaned, then let go of his wrists, crawling over him to retrieve the small tub of cream. Prize in hand, he settled back between the other man's legs and took a generous amount of it into his hand. As he bent down to kiss Yoshiki's lips, he reached down and pressed a finger deep inside his entrance.

Yoshiki gasped while the other man worked to unbutton his shirt with one hand allowing a second finger to join the first deep inside him. Atsushi crooked his fingers just so and Yoshiki moaned, rolling his hips into the touch. After a moment the blonde took his face and pressed their lips together, his tongue delving deep into his warm, sweet mouth.

After a minute of hasty preparation, Atsushi pulled out and positioned himself at Yoshiki's entrance. Bending down to kiss the blonde once more, he pushed forward, burying himself slowly inside his tight body.

Nails digging into the desk, Yoshiki groaned at feeling so full, his hips rising up off the desk. Atsushi moved slowly at first, then faster, giving the other just barely enough time for his body to accept such an intrusion, but neither could seem to get enough of the other. He grabbed the other man's dark shirt, pulling him closer, deeper, rocking his hips violently with each thrust. Hands caressed his side and chest, deep groans eminating from both of them as thye moved back and forth, their bodies seeming to fit just so.
Atsushi remembered him well, and pleasure erupted deep inside him, his body trembling with need. Sparks flashed behind his eyes and with a throaty grumble, Yoshiki came between them, nearly blacking out as his orgasm hit hard. The intensity of the other's cry, the feel of his warm body clenching around him was too much and Atsushi too was sent over the edge seconds later. The muscles in his arms bulged as he groaned, thrusting hard several more times before he gasped and stilled. With a choked sigh, he lowered onto his elbows, gently embracing the other man.

They lay there, chests heaving, warm breath mingling until Atsushi pulled away and rolled off the desk, nearly stumbling over his discarded clothing. He pulled on his pants and sank to the floor, back against the desk.

Yoshiki's arm flopped over the side of the desk as his breathing fought toward normalcy. His head rolled to the side, curiously regarding the back of the other's dark head.

"So, now what?"