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Revenge of The Nerds......Bad Boys Edition	By : Sexybvirgo Category: Naruto Crossovers > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3061 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N At Bottom
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Chapter Twenty Nine
Brotherly Love
Kaza
Kaza tried to turn his head from the heated avalanche that was bearing down on him. It was a no go. Rikuo reached down unceremoniously and pulled him from the booth, snagging his book bag as he went. He didn't spare a glance for Allen who was too busy staring at the redhead in front of him, as he began to drag his brother out of the cafe. Kaza sputtered indignantly as he was practically carried out of the cheap restaurant like stolen property.
"J-j-just what in the hell are you doing? What's wrong with you?!"
Rikuo swung him around, until his back was pressed squarely to the concrete wall next to the double glass doors of the establishment, towering over him like the Empire State. His gaze was dark in late afternoon sun. His jaw clenched as he looked down at his too tempting brother. It didn't help that Kaza was returning his interested regard with bright, defiant eyes.
"Didn't I tell you to text me after your last class?"
Kaza growled. "That's what you're so mad about? You fucking psycho! Newsflash! I'm a fucking adult! I can go where I want when I want and I don't have to notify you of a damn thing!" He stopped, panting, angry exertion flushing his exquisite, pale face.
Rikuo's fingers flexed, digging into the wall beside his head as if he were trying to contain himself. His head fell forward, dark bangs obscuring his face. "Did you forget so soon Kaza? Who you belong to?"
His heart began a drum solo, that infernal embarrassed heat suffusing his face until he was cherry red. Memories from the night before bared themselves to his conscious. The lazy nights spent in Rikuo's arms made themselves remembered as he stood before his brother, outing him with flashes of his brother towering over him, drugging him with slow kisses that fried his brain and shot off his rockets.
But nothing further since the night he'd jacked him off.
It was sweet.
And very threatening.
Surprisingly, his brother had been very chaste with him, treating him gently. But he wanted to know every move that Kaza was apt to make. It was infuriating.
"I was hanging out with my friends! Surely that isn't against the big brother code!" He curled his fingers into invisible quotation marks.
Unexpectedly, Rikuo's face softened. He pressed closer. "With that band of misfits it's a given that I would keep tabs on you. You'd get into trouble trying to find the exit. You need to be protected. You don't know how others view you. Especially other men."
Kaza tried to draw back and found the wall a solid barrier at his back. His brows furrowed in anger. His jaw snapped tight in frustration. "Only you would think that way!"
His brother shook his head. "All of them dream of stealing your first kiss."
Kaza glanced away, uncomfortable with the direction this conversation was headed. "That's impossible now." He blushed even more fiercely. "You took my first kiss the other day."
Rikuo chuckled darkly, his eyes holding his younger brother's. "Kaza, I stole your first kiss long before that."
He gaped, eyes searching frantically, futilely as he tried to understand his brother's meaning. "What the hell are you talking about? I would have remembered that!"
"Even if you were asleep?" Rikuo's raven head tilted to the side as his expression became saturated with smugness. "Would you, someone who sleeps like the dead when they are dreaming, remember that?"
Rikuo was smashing him against the wall now, his faintly sweet scent damn near suffocating. But Kaza had long stopped trying to escape his perverted clutches, too preoccupied with the revelation revealed to him. He flinched as Rikuo leaned in and licked the taut tendon of his throat.
"Did you really think I'd let you escape unscathed? How naive my little brother is."
Rikuo was deliberately taunting him. There was no way that he would have missed that little development. His hand rose shakily, trembling fingers touching his mouth. He would have noticed something different wouldn't he? He froze as his softly remembered world disintegrated, the ramifications of his brother's statement sunk in. Fingertips pressed against soft flesh as he remembered the mornings he'd awakened warm and flushed, his lips slightly swollen, the lingering taste of chocolate pervading his mouth. Green eyes flashed up. He thought of the past several mornings, waking up in Rikuo's arms. His brother had been deceptively gentle.
Except for his kisses.
Rikuo had spent the nights kissing him deep and long, diving into the damp recesses of his mouth like he owned him. And he'd accepted, his golden legs curled around lean hips, accepting his brother's will.
Slowly, Kaza began to realize the position he was in, past, current, and future, as Rikuo curled over him. His eyes narrowed against the pervading panic. "You kissed me? In my sleep?"
Rikuo smiled, his expression wicked. "How could I not? With you begging for it so sweetly?"
"I was asleep you damned pervert!"
"It was your fault for letting your guard down. The walls were thin. The first time it happened I spent the whole night up, listening to you moan my name. It took everything inside of me not to burst into your room and do it by force. You don't know how close you came to waking up on my cock." Rikuo looked like he wanted to lick him. Yeah, like his favorite chocolate ice cream cone.
"Bastard!" He made to push away from the wall, his progress impeded by the long length of Rikuo's body. His eyes flickered away as he pondered ways of escape, his hands sliding ineffectually against tight, hard shoulders.
"Move," he demanded. He still wasn't able to look his brother squarely in the eye.
"If only it were that easy."
Rikuo straightened abruptly as Fai and the tall raven exited the cafe. The blonde looked flustered, while the giant was in complete control. Wasn't that the story of his life?
"Let's go. Let's go have this conversation somewhere I can hold you."
"You idiot! I'm not leaving my friends in there!"
Rikuo laughed, watching the departing couple, his face full of amused derision. "I'm pretty sure they are all otherwise occupied."
He found himself yanked from the safe haven of the wall and led towards the parking lot.
"I think I'll spend the night at home," he threatened sullenly in a last ditch attempt at freedom, dragging his feet.
"That's good since I haven't spent the night at home in a long time," Rikuo responded immediately as his blood red beast leered at them. "Won't father be happy to have both of his sons home."
Kaza ignored him, automatically reaching to open the door of Rikuo's monster as he'd done so many times before. His brother opened the car door as he had so many times before, waiting for Kaza to settle in the front seat before entering the car himself.
"So what's it going to be?" Rikuo asked.
"I hate you," Kaza grumbled. "Take me back to my room."
"Wouldn't you rather see where I live?" His brother teased. "Maybe you'll find something to report back to Kakei."
"Like hell that would work!"
Indeed it seemed as if Kakei only worried about his second son, letting his first get away with murder.
"It's just because he knows that I can take care of myself," Rikuo murmured, reading his mind with chilling accuracy. He started the car before pausing to study Kaza. "You're too delicate to be unsupervised. So what's it going to be? Your old room or my new one?"
It took a moment for Kaza to think so affronted was he. When he did his voice was higher. "What the fuck do you mean I'm too delicate? I'll kill you for that."
What in the hell was he going to do anyway? If he decided on home that would only delay Rikuo, not stop him as the blonde intended. But what could he do in the meantime? His brother was intent on claiming him. But could he stop him? The resolute look his brother wore belied it. The feeling that swept through him belied it. Was he was the only one in denial?
"Fine."
ROTN
Kaza eyed the tall brownstone building with trepidation with one light lit, his entire being rejecting going inside. Rikuo must have felt his reluctance because his hand crept down Kaza's throat, fingertips caressing the soft skin, attempting to soothe him. Kaza winced and shied away from the touch. Even a little contact was enough to make his cock hard, the pleasurable sensation of naked skin against naked skin, rocking him.
Rikuo was nothing but smug as he observed what a simple touch did to him.
"Are you worried that someone will see you?" He questioned softly. "Don't worry, my room is off the beaten track. They won't even know that you're here."
"Wha?—" Finally Kaza turned to look at his brother squarely slightly dazed at the softly penetrating touch. "Why would I be worried about that? I'm more worried about you seeing me."
Rikuo paused in the act of taking his seatbelt off. "And I'm thinking that's fine." He flexed, grabbing something out of the back seat. Kaza saw the box and instantly began to salivate. It was from Mamie Noir's, Rikuo's favorite desert spot.
"Did you get that to bribe me?" He asked suspiciously.
Rikuo stopped and threw an audacious smile. " I don't need desserts to bribe you. All I have to do is touch you. I intended that we enjoy them tonight."
And knowing his brother, it was most likely something decadent and sexy and just fucking outright delicious!
His spider sense tingled as Rikuo made his way around the car, his expression intent. His brother was going to devour him and burp later, satiated and happy. Rikuo led as he had all night, his fingers wrapping around Kaza's elbow pulling him unceremoniously from the car and guiding off a little path of stones that took them to a modest mini house. It was a cute little thing done in chocolate brown, dark brown trimming it. It curved around a slinky, blue pool, loungers dotting the edge. His brother dragged him around to a pair of sliding doors, covered in cream curtains. He let go of Kaza long enough to slid the glass back and push one of the curtains to the side so that he could enter.
Kaza nodded appreciatively, admitting to himself that it was nice. Wide, oval theater type stairs of cream led down into the living room proper. The couch was a cushiony half circle of promised nirvana, deep black. It faced a 40 inch flat screen that hung over a blonde wood entertainment system. Jet black carpet stretched from the doors to the border where the living room opened into a spacious kitchen, lined in blinding white tile. The appliances were black and silver, the furniture black. A moderate square table was squared by four, high bar like chairs. A silver refrigerator gleamed and a black oven shined. The counters were white veined marble.
It wasn't quite what Kaza expected but now that he'd seen it, it fit his brother perfectly.
"The bedroom is down that hall on the left. The bathroom is on the right." Kaza automatically looked to the side and noted the location. It wasn't bad for a junior in college.
"You can do your homework at the kitchen table while I heat up dinner. " Rikuo deposited Kaza's backpack near the table and deposited the pink desert box on one of the counters. He flicked a knob on the stove and opened the fridge to slide out a medium glass pan, covered in clear wrap. "You can do your homework while the food heats."
Kaza stared at him, this demeanor so familiar from his home life that he was surprised. It seemed the only thing that had changed between them was their status, his brother treating him as he always did. As if he were someone who deserved to be cherished. Loved. He gulped against the sudden lump in his throat. He shouldn't be feeling an ounce os sympathy for his depraved brother. The lust-filled brute had kissed him in his sleep. Had stolen a small piece of his innocence, and he hadn't even been aware.
He deliberately turned away, looking down the dim hallway. "I'll keep that in mind."
For now he was going to do his homework and hope that Rikuo didn't pounce on him before he was finished.
He bypassed the bedroom for the kitchen table. The delectable smell of food began to seep from the oven, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since lunch. He vibrated happily in his seat. It was going to be good.
His brother had always known how to cook, whipping up tasty dishes every time he came home to visit. Always taking care of him. Always making sure that he survived. He felt an ache in his heart and forcibly shook it away He wasn't here to feel sympathy for his tormentor. He was here because he'd been forced. That thought sent a tingle of agitated awareness flickering through his blood and he had to forcibly turn his mind from an image of Rikuo half naked, an apron draped over his chest, letting tantalizing glimpses of his naked chest show through for greedy eyes.
Be strong! He cautioned himself. His freedom was forfeit if he gave in to Rikuo. Hell, it was already as if the raven's attitude towards him bore fruit. He recalled Rikuo's anger at the diner. So angry, so forceful. Kaza shuddered softly as the thought hit him. Rikuo acted as if he were his husband. As if he had every right to control his life. And the way his body responded, maybe he felt that was true.
He froze, that thought impossible. All the times he'd fantasized about Rikuo it had been in an equal, sexually satisfying, relationship. But, this went further. His body liked being dominated.
"Ahhh!" He groaned, dropping his face into his folded arms. Of course he wanted to be dominated by his brother. He'd dreamed of that almost every night. He was so fucking screwed. He sat back up a moment later. He couldn't really break down. He had homework to do. If he failed any class he would have to hear Kakei's mouth. He pulled his books and papers out the bag. He whipped through the homework, because contrary to the 'blonde' beliefs he was smart. He just didn't like getting up at the crack of dawn.
When he was finished, he stretched and yawned, happy to be done. He chanced a quick glance over his shoulder and found that the kitchen was empty. But there was a plate on the counter covered in clear wrap with a small note. He stood and strode over to take a look, wondering absently where Rikuo had gotten off to. It turned out to be Pasta Primavera with chicken, with little chunks of tomato and yellow and red bell peppers. The note was short and sweet. "Eat."
He sighed but snatched up the fork nearby and unwrapped the plate. He slid the first forkful between his lips and nodded his approval. It was flavorful and tender and he truly enjoyed it. Yet there was something he wanted more. So he finished quickly, wiping his mouth with the provided napkins. After he discarded the debris of his meal and washed his dishes he wandered the hall to seek his brother out, knowing instinctively that his brother was in the bedroom. Really what better place to be, if not somewhere that would further is goal? It was with the expectation of giving his brother a stern scolding that he burst into the room.
"Where did you disappear to-"
He cut off suddenly, his mouth falling open at the sight before him. Rikuo lay across the bed, big body sprawled comfortably among plump white pillows. The box from Mamie Noir sat next to him and his brother was licking chocolate frosting from his perfectly curved top lip. His eyes sparkled wickedly.
He was stark naked.
His face blazed as his eyes snapped up to Rikuo's, his own body went to immediate attention. His lips parted on a breathless sigh as he took in the perfection. He couldn't stop his eyes from dropping lower, grateful to avoid the knowing mien but in doing so only jumped into the fire. The thick, strong cords of his neck and throat, the sculpted line his collar bone as it tapered off to wide, handsome shoulders; each line of his six pack, the flat, taut plane of his stomach narrowing down to long, thighs chiseled with muscle to beautiful, narrow feet. He took all this in roused awe. And then his eyes went right back to that glorious, long thick cock, framed beautifully by two bronze spheres. It reached high, nice plump veins running up to the frosting covered top. He salivated, his dreams returning with heated force. They resurfaced in a wave of pure hedonistic lust. Him, kneeling between Rikuo's thighs, his tongue lapping greedily at satiny flesh, lowering himself onto his brother's cock slowly, him on his back, legs wide, accepting anything his brother wanted to give him.
"Kaza take your clothes off and come here."
"Wha?" He blinked, his face went up in a red blaze of glory.
Rikuo's eyes gained a hard glint. "You heard me."
Indeed he had, he just hadn't believed. He hesitated, fingers hovering over his buttons.
"Kaza."
That hard, biting tone brought his eyes up again though his blush couldn't possibly get hotter. Rikuo met his look squarely. As he watched, his brother twirled his finger in the chocolate frosting of one of the eclairs before smearing the sweet icing along the prominent vein of his cock. Kaza's mouth went dry as he followed the movements.
"Come get what you want Kaza."
Any other time, the blatant taunt would be ignored, but how could he resist the temptation that was his brother? He couldn't. Every instinct pulled him to the bed. He hesitated, mulling over the idea. He was already lost, his heart wide open to the raven. And damn it if his brother wasn't the hottest thing since the sun
Rikuo didn't release his captured, captivated gaze, smiling invitingly. "Every fantasy Kaza."
Every one.
The first knee hit the mattress in a clumsy daze, his body moving before his mind could give the command. The words were ringing in his head. Every one. Every fantasy he'd ever had opened and played in his head like a repeating reel. He could have what he wanted. His mouth watered as he tentatively pressed his lips to one well defined pectoral, slyly bypassing what he really wanted. The sensation of silky skin underneath his mouth shot through his lips and they tingled. He was lost from the first contact, kneeling over his brother's hard body, fingers clutching the sheets. He tested the resilience of skin with his teeth, fingers twitching in the sheets as the heavenly taste hit his tongue.
An unwitting moan escaped his lips and he made to withdraw, the feelings too intense. Long fingers curled in his hair, impeding his progress. His eyes widened at the corners and Rikuo pulled his head up to meet his gaze head on again.
"No backing out."
He held Kaza's gaze for too long moments, his hard look making sure that he got his point across. Then, movements deliberate, he guided Kaza until his lips were pressed against his warm skin again. He didn't hide the tremor that racked his tall, rangy body. That small action stoked the fire inside of Kaza who shivered. It was a cycle, vicious and all that. Kaza let his mouth wander down the apropos of perfection, led down the taut muscled exterior of his fantasy. It was better than he'd dreamed, more succulent than he'd ever imagined. It was almost too good to be true.
Except it was.
Rikuo was really in front of him, naked, with chocolate frosting decorating the plump, fat head of his cock. It was a mouth watering, salivating experience. He had to give in, had to surrender everything he was to his brother.
Shit! Just the thought of it was enough to make him even more rigid than he'd been the second before. He wanted to roll over and present everything to his brother. Wanted to let him take him with the luster his brother had hinted at. He wanted to feel the pleasure through the soles of his feet. He knew that Rikuo could give that to him. He could feel all the empty spaces inside him. The ones that cried out for the raven. Obsession didn't even cover it. His want was bone deep, ingrained like he'd lived with it from birth. His need was like the necessity of breathing. He had to have it! With that at the forefront of his mind, his mouth moved lower, his tongue flicking out to take an occasional taste on the way to his prize. The dark musky taste spread over his taste buds with every erotic swipe, the man beneath his ministrations breathed harder, his hold adjusting minutely as he accommodated the height difference.
For Kaza their proximity caused paroxysms of bliss to course through his system. He could do nothing but express his gratitude through actions. Which soon led him to the long, dripping, stalk of a penis that was attached to his sibling. And that in itself was surreal. He'd never thought he would have the change to act out his fantasies, but now it was within reach. His to have.
He stopped, frozen by an errant thought.
Hadn't he dreamed about this for so many years? His sleeping hours had been filled with visions and images of Rikuo. The tall, rangy body spread out atop him or below him as he slid that thick cock into his greedy opening, delivering on every promise his word and his body ever made. Panting breaths filed the air and he figured out it was him that was being so noisy, the sound exacerbated when strong fingers threaded through his blond hair, tugging his head up so that his body had no choice but to follow. Rikuo's dark gaze met his, sharp and cunning. He felt chocolate icing smear across his abdomen. His brother pulled him up until his mouth hovered over his, the slight pain in his scalp heightening his senses.
"You start from here."
His mind had barely registered the words before Rikuo's tongue was licking into his mouth. And then it went blank. Dark covered his vision as his eyes closed, Rikuo's tongue a slinking digit of mental destruction as he claimed everything for his own, devastating everything that Kaza had ever known. He tensed under his brother's hands, knowing this was different from all of the other times that Rikuo had kissed him. There was more intent in the pressure of the firm, silky lips against his than a night of kissing. It was obvious in its intensity.
"Mmmnh," he moaned as the kiss deepened, Rikuo's tongue sliding relentlessly in to fill him. The hand in his hair held firm so there was no way to escape. His brother's hand was free to roam, stroking down his side in a soothing flow, the other entrenched deeply in his hair, keeping him still for the erotic onslaught. Kaza breathed heavily into the kiss, his body going haywire. Rikuo's sheer presence, his heat was enough to completely shatter any barriers that Kaza had deigned to build. It was an earthquake of heat, a tornado lust and it completely shattered his inhibitions.
He groaned as Rikuo guided his head down, breaking the steamy kiss. He was only too happy to obey the silent command, his lips skimming the satin skin of Rikuo's chest and stomach as he was led back to his original goal, the tall, dripping stalk of his brother's cock.. His own erection was weeping copiously as it brushed against Rikuo's long thigh.
He blinked as the Rikuo's dick waved in front of his eyes like a red flag. A current of pure lust shivered through him. He wanted that. In his mouth, inside him…anywhere he could get it.
It was an all consuming need. It led him down a feverish path of desire, leading him to forget just exactly what he'd been running from before. There were no care or concern for the bright bite of lust that hazed all of his sharp reactions, so that he was sunk into the depths of need like a dense ship. And he couldn't escape like the currents of a sinking ship was pulling him down.
So he had no objections when he slowly slid his lips over the chocolate coated cock that trembled under his lips. His eyes rose to meet Rikuo's, no longer shying away from the turbulent emotions that connected them.
His tongue flicked out in a tentative taste, and he was hard pressed not to voice his pleasure, sliding over the large cap before slipping down the tall stalk in a libidinous glide. He didn't stop until the puffy head hit the back of his throat, both he and Rikuo shivering with the carnal sensation that ran between their lips and cock. Viridian eyes rolled up to meet dark in a seductive clash of wills. Rikuo's dark eyes flared as he…rose…in answer, his dick twitching in the depths of Kaza's mouth. His fingers tunneled through golden hair agains as he began to show Kaza the exact movements to undo him.
He pressed deep, driving the thick head of his tumescence further down Kaza's throat, driving the taste of sinful sweetness down Kaza's throat.
His brother groaned as the sweet undertones of his taste flooded his taste buds. It was muffled around the heavy weight of his arousal, causing shivers of sensation to flow up the stalk. Rikuo chuckled, watching as his cock drove deeper.
"Isn't this what you wanted?" He queried gently, withdrawing from the hot furnace of Kaza's mouth in a slow retreat. His eyelids dropped low over his eyes, as he battled his senses from just giving in. It was a hard battle as Kaza's tongue swiped along the most sensitive nerves of his body. The mesmerizing heat spread along his body and his fingers relaxed their hold minutely.
His eyes narrowed on the tight, clinging clasp of Kaza's lips around his erection, as though his mouth didn't want to relinquish the smooth, long length of his cock. Unable to help himself, he pushed back into the steaming orifice of his little brother, barely hanging on to his sanity, enjoying the way that Kaza chocked on him. "Suck."
Lightheaded, Kaza obeyed the command, his lips slurping along the sides as he sucked, attempting to accommodate the huge length. His hands camp up to clench around the throbbing hilt as he bobbed his head, sucking and licking at the delicious, tempting flesh, seasoned with chocolate. It was perverted and wicked. And forbidden.
And yet…
He couldn't deny the attraction. His own cock was hard, lines of pre-cum sliding down in a sticky coat.
Kaza suckled helplessly, the taste too enticing, cleaning the residual chocolate away as he listened to Rikuo's heavy breaths. He tucked his body, pushing his mouth to the limits as they slid down to meet his hands. He slid his tongue along the sensitive slit, chasing the last vestiges of the sweet cream, slipping around the engorged head, licking along the flared ridge. And he sucked, pulling Rikuo's flavor in. It was so sweet.
Rikuo made a pained sound and his fingers tightened to near painful as Rikuo tugged. Pure green eyes flashed up in protest as his mouth slid up RIkuo's cock like satin over silk.
The raven smirked. "You suck." But his eyes shined with the hard bite of sparkling lust and his cheeks were scored with tell tale lines of red, his expression wicked. "I'll teach you the right way." He pulled Kaza into his arms, sticky chocolate smearing along his skin, sitting up fully so that Kaza knelt in his lap, knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips. His dark eyes sank into Kaza who stared back dazedly.
"Stick your tongue out."
Kaza followed the order without thinking, his eyes wide and stunned, his body malleable and relaxed. Unconsciously he'd given himself over into his raven haired brother's hands. He wanted nothing but him. Nothing else mattered. As his long, supple fingers anchored Kaza's mouth at the most susceptible spot, the blonde felt the urge to beg and plead. Rikuo was going to torture him, force him to admit his defeat.
He wanted the raven. He couldn't deny it. His entire body was alight with sensual illumination.
Rikuo brought out the best of him. The deepest, darkest parts of him. But hey it was all about Rikuo any way.
He shuddered when Rikuo nibbled at the slick, rounded tip of his tongue. Right before his tongue slipped back into Kaza's mouth, his taste an aphrodisiac for the Bad Boy. Large, slender fingers slid down to cup his bottom, squeezing, kneading the firm pliable flesh and he gasped into Rikuo's mouth at the decadent sensation. He settled further onto Rikuo's lap, his hard length rubbing along his brother's sensually. He couldn't have stopped the sway of his hips even with extreme effort. And then it was too late as the feeling rolled through him. He pressed hard, enjoying the feeling of hard, slick, slide of Rikuo's penis against his own. His mouth opened in an abbreviated moan, the sound pushing Rikuo to the furthest limits.
The raven's fingers clamped down on his ass, forcing him down so that their dicks slid against each other firmly. He jerked, caught off guard by the zinging, encompassing delight the contact caused. His mouth fell open on the inevitable moan. Rikuo's fingers tightened in response and his hips rocked forward, driving more hedonistic sounds from Kaza's lips as their bodies connected again and again, his mouth dominating over and over. Kaza quivered in his hold, the world blurry around him. The only vision that was clear and concrete was Rikuo. Only the feel of the broad shoulders underneath his hands. Definitely the heat of Rikuo's tongue as he plunged, bold and deep into Kaza'a mouth. Kaza
pushed forward eagerly, his dreams in the clasp of his hands. Literally.
"I've wanted you so much," He whispered through deep kisses, kneading firm muscles.
"Mmmmmnh." Rikuo groaned deeply and stroked the tender skin of his cheeks with his tongue, making Kaza shiver. All the while, his brother slowly gyrated under him, slicking his dripping cock against his, controlling even though he was on top. And the pleasure. It killed him. He couldn't stop the helpless swivel of his hips, assisting his brother in giving both of them pleasure. The liquid proof of their need coated them, making the slide slick and dirty. Kaza could hear the soft, liquid sound of their flesh rubbing together. The sensitive veins that ran along the undersides tingling with sensual fire, their gleaming heads meeting and catching on the devastating points right beneath the ridged crown. The depth of his physical regard was like a living, slinking, beast and his fingers dug into resilient skin, his back arching against the thrumming felicity. His mouth fell open on a gasp, his head tipping back as Rikuo reached up to tangle in fingers in golden strands, forcing a meeting of their eyes. Kaza shivered. Rikuo's eyes were so intense, every emotion in them like clear cut glass.
"I've wanted you too."
More than wanted, if the hot, impatient, shifting mercurial gleam shining in his eyes was anything to go by. "I knew one day I would have prize goes to the patient."
So saying, Rikuo tipped him backwards, looming over him in an impressive show of agility and strength. Kaza clutched at his shoulders automatically, but had no defense against the attack. He watched in airless anticipation as Rikuo lowered his full mouth to sensitive skin, dark eyes never leaving his. The feeling was beyond anything he'd ever felt and he arched as Rikuo's mouth slid over his chest, lips taking tiny sips as they traversed the plane of his body, teeth nipping gently with insatiable hunger. The atmosphere around them was volatile, the need and want thick in the air.
Everything he'd ever wanted. Every thing he'd ever needed.
Right here at his fingertips. His for the taking. It was heady and exotic. The thought, the knowledge that his dreams were at his fingertips. It brought up the long, tortuous nights of brutal sexual dreams. The dreams where he'd been licked and fucked for hours, Rikuo's name a sigh on his lips, a thick cock buried in him in to the boundaries of his body.
Surreal.
His fantasy was kissing him, touching, rubbing him…
He moaned low and gravely when Rikuo sucked at his left nipple, his back bowing off the bed, pushing his nipple harder against that sinful tongue. Golden, honeyed electricity speared through his body stunning him. His cock stood at attention like a Navy soldier at nine o'clock roll call. Rikuo chuckled his approval, loving the trembles that quaked his body as though he housed the San Andreas fault, before he continued his assault. He licked until the nub was stiff and red and Kaza's moans were pouring out of his mouth like a rough, heady waterfall. His hands had become a permanent fixture in the dark strands of Rikuo's silky hair. He tugged, trying to pull RIkuo's mouth to where it was really needed.
He groaned and pulled a little more sharply. "Get on with it!"
Because on his chest is not where he wanted his brother's mouth. His hands guided clumsily, his sexual repertoire non-existent. "Please!"
Rikuo's mouth pulled up at the right corner, and the expression was lecherous. "Begging already? And I'm not even close to your cock yet."
Truer words were spoken nowhere else. Rikuo took his time to play him, his body, like a newly strummed string instrument until he was tight and thrumming, the carnal tension coursing through his body on the borderline of too much. Soft lips stroked over the thin skin of his ribs, teeth and tongue, nipping and licking. He took his slow, torturous time finding all of Kaza's sweet spots, seemingly only interested in what made him tic while he was awake and aware.
And aware was fast becoming a dream. His head felt light, the lighting in the room growing hazy as desire swamped him. As Rikuo found and pushed every button. He passed over his eager, weeping dick, pushing his legs up and open so that he could nibble on the tender skin of his inner thigh. He shifted trying to get his mouth closer, his moans low and breathy to his ears. He was throbbing with need, the anticipation draining all the blood from his head. His cock bobbed with his movement, brushing against the side of RIkuo's face. That made the both of them shiver as the memory of their slick, naked flesh sliding together invaded their current encounter in a hot rush. His vision blurred as Rikuo sucked hard, the pinch of pain and pleasure colliding within him.
"Stop teasing me!" He panted, fingers pulling sharply at Rikuo's dark strands. "I want you inside." He was hard and aching, the tip of his cock wet and enflamed as his brother continued to ignore it. "Haven't I waited long enough?" He was definitely begging. It couldn't be helped, he wasn't thinking straight; his senses turned around by Rikuo's blatant eroticism. It pounded in his blood which at the current moment was all pooled in the center of him. The very place that Rikuo wasn't touching. "Please."
The black head lifted and Rikuo smiled at him wickedly. "I love to hear you beg." He began to slide back up Kaza's body, every inch of skin slipping over skin. The blonde whimpered as silk hit his piqued flesh. "Wanted to hear it while you were awake. What do you want?"
"You," he moaned bluntly still pulling on Rikuo's hair to get him where he wanted. "No more foreplay."
"But we haven't gotten to the best foreplay yet," Rikuo murmured, letting Kaza's hands dictate him.
Kaza pouted and the heat in Rikuo's eyes flared into blazing. "Fine." His shoulders tensed and relaxed with his movement and Kaza drew in a harsh breath as warm fingers wrapped around his wet length, slipping down in a silky slide and then back up, tightening slightly around the head. His thumb stroked over the bundle of nerves right under the tip and Kaza groaned. It felt totally different when it was someone else's hand stroking over him, caressing every tingling inch of his cock.
"Fuck!" It was better than his dreams, the sleeping world having nothing on waking reality. The rest of his muttered curse was smothered as Rikuo's mouth came down to cover his once again, tongue thrusting inside his mouth imperiously, dipping in, matching the slow pace of his fingers. Hinting at just what he was going to do to him. His touch was firm as he wet his fingers thoroughly with Kaza's arousal, rubbing his thumb over the slit to elicit more sensual liquid from the tip. Helplessly, Kaza wrapped his arms around his brother's neck holding on as he buffeted by waves of heady desire, legs spreading wider as he pushed his cock into Rikuo's hand.
To his intense consternation, Rikuo pulled back slightly, though he didn't halt his actions.
"Do you want me inside you that much?" He asked. Kaza nodded frantically, his body tensing more with each stroke.
"How much?"
Kaza made a slightly vexed sound that had Rikuo chuckling against his throat. "Okay, but next time we'll go at my pace," he warned sagely, but Kaza was too far gone to care. He just wanted what he craved with every heartbeat. And then his mouth was full again and thinking clearly was beyond his capability as warm fingers gathered more moisture before sliding behind his balls to trace the pucker of his entrance. He panted into Rikuo's mouth as a treacherous finger rubbed firmly before lightly tracing again. His hole fluttered open as a fingernail scratched lightly, the tip pressing in briefly.
Rub, stroke, press.
Kaza's fingers clutched harder as his body began to slowly open, the sensation striking through his nerves. Rikuo was still playing him too slowly. His ass clenched trying to keep the finger inside him, drive it deeper. But it was to no avail, Rikuo continued the steady rhythm, teasing him open bit by bit until he was wordlessly begging again, his words caught and devoured by the hungry mouth plundering his. The raven gave him no quarters pushing forward inexorably until his finger was buried in the soft canal of his body.
"Ngh." Kaza gasped at the burning friction as Rikuo withdrew slightly, turning his head away, tearing their mouths apart. Rikuo wasn't deterred slithering over him so that the underside of his cock was stimulated. The pleasure blended with the aggravated heat of his bottom as Rikuo pressed in again. He didn't try to stop his panting gasps as his body adjusted to the invasion, knowing from experience that Rikuo was much, much larger than what he was trying to accept. His brother nipped his bottom lip bringing his attention back to him. He forced his eyes open, realizing for the first time that they'd closed of their own violation.
"Relax," the raven ordered, eyes glittering. He reached to the side of the bed, reaching into the drawer next to it. Kaza followed his movements with slight curiosity, his body clamoring around the embedded digit, protesting slightly when Rikuo lifted off him.
"Rikuo!" His objection sharp and a little desperate.
"Relax!" His brother ordered again. "I have to open you more. I'm not going to hurt you."
But it would be a delicious hurt, if the signals is body were sending out were correct. He wanted to feel the entire length and width of Rikuo. And his brother wasn't moving fast enough. He bucked up against his brother in silent rebuttal and found himself flat on his stomach, the move so smooth he didn't even register Rikuo untangling his fingers from his hair.
And then the finger was deep inside his channel and his voice died in his throat at the fuller touch, accompanied by the cold slick of lubricant.
"You're so tight," Rikuo crooned setting a repetitive press and withdraw that had him forgetting the transgression in seconds. "If I go too fast I'll rip you and we don't want that," he continued, "I'm going to add another finger."
He was glad then for the pillows that muffled his pained cry. The lone finger withdrew and two pushed back into his body. The burn stretched into pain, the pleasure forgotten as his body struggled to adapt.
Slowly, letting his adjust, Rikuo slid his fingers along the distressed opening, caressing and stretching him gently until he relaxed under him again, some of the feeling returning as the lube eased the way. And then the sensual torment started again. Rikuo petted and nudged, coaxing him wider. The pleasure returned, albeit with a carnal bite that brought forth
more lascivious pleas, not really knowing what he was asking for until he was immersed in it.
An electric jolt of pure, salacious sensation crackled up his spine. "Ahhhh!"
He felt Rikuo's delight through touch as he pressed firmly on that spot again, smoothing soft kisses along his nape. He added another finger forcing him wider. Kaza clamped his mouth shut as his moans began to echo around the room vulgarly, his remaining control rapidly slipping from his grasp his hips rocking up into Rikuo's palm, forcing his fingers against his prostate. Sweat beaded on his temple as his body strained against Rikuo's limits and he knew that he would never tease Uryuu again. If this was how the ginger made him feel who could blame him?
"Faster," he gritted in to the pillow. "Stop teasing me!"
The demand was like candy to a sweet tooth and Rikuo rose up behind him, pulling him up as well, no longer able to resist the allure of his body.
"Wha-" Teeth clamping down on the joint between shoulder and throat cut off his words. He was going to have a bruise there tomorrow, but he couldn't bring himself to care as the raven began to suck strongly, his cock slipping in, the puffy head sliding across his entrance. He bucked back so there was no possible space between them, groaning as it began to push past his loosened rim. His words morphed into a high cry at the intrusion and Rikuo stroked a hand down his chest, murmuring against his throat.
"Shhhh," he soothed softly, "I'll let you feel every inch slowly."
Kaza keened as his body accepted grudgingly yet greedy for every inch of RIkuo's superlative cock as it destroyed every remonstration against the strings that bound them together. His own cock was engorged, aching and seeping onto the white comforter. Rikuo did nothing to stop the flow of stressed moans, concentrating only sheathing himself completely in the tight, grasping heat trying to eagerly to accept him. The mingled sounds of delight and pain only spurred him on until they collapsed fully on the bed again, Rikuo buried within him to the hilt.
They lay like that for countless moments, Kaza struggling to adapt and Rikuo struggling to let him, his tears trickling down his flushed cheeks. His brother's soothing words floated inaudibly past his ears as the throbbing of his cock echoed throughout his body. It hurt. But finally having what he'd wanted for so long went a long way to assuaging the pain and he finally relaxed completely under his raven. He shivered underneath the long, lean body, remnants of the previous pleasure returning slowly. The remembrance teased him. How much better would it be when RIkuo was moving within him? He wanted that. Wanted the full experience.
The desire for it trembled through him and he nudged upwards, groaning as Rikuo slid even deeper. Was there no end to his cock?
RIkuo shook his head. "Not yet. Just stay still a little longer."
He realized suddenly that his brother was in no better shape. He was quivering above him like a tuning fork at just the right note and his breathing was heavy in his ear. It dawned on him that his raven was trying to control his baser impulses.
"Move," he ordered.
"No," Rikuo stubbornly maintained. "I'll hurt you."
"NOW."
Rikuo growled under his breath, long fingers wrapping around his hips and he was being lifted to his knees again. His startled, husky half scream vibrated around the room. Rikuo didn't hesitate. He drew back, steadying Kaza as he began to tremble harder; glided back in, in one easy thrust. He waited for Kaza's moan to fade away before he did it again.
"Aaaah!"
"See?" Rikuo panted through gritted teeth as satin gripped his cock. "So stubborn. You should have let me-"
"It doesn't hurt anymore!" Kaza huffed breathily. "I-i- do it again."
Rikuo went absolutely still behind him and then his hand snaked up to wrap around his throat pulling him back strongly, wringing another whimpering cry from him. "Pets don't give orders," He whispered pulling back again and driving forward in a swift thrust. This time his cry was mostly silently, the titillating thrill stealing his breath. It felt so good. The long, smooth cock submerging so deeply he felt as if they were permanently connected, his body stretched around the width to the point that the pleasure and pain blended. Combined with his raven's words, he was free falling.
Rikuo moved behind him like the sea, ebbing in slow easy slides, pounding back in with hard, powerful, assertive thrusts, his grip on his waist almost brutal, the hand clasping his throat a promise. "After tonight you won't be giving any more orders." He leaned forward to nibble at a tender earlobe. "You'll be at my beck and call. You'll live here. Eat here. Sleep here. In this bed. I'll keep you filled with my cock and my come."
"No-mnnhh, right there."
A hard snap of hips and Kaza let his upper half fall to the mattress, the fierce spice of Rikuo plunging, stroking that spot with every drive cutting his strings; leaving him wide open to the lewd ravishment. He didn't care, his earthly senses overwhelmed.
Hell, he hadn't resisted much to begin with, despite all his protests. And now it was too late.
He'd given himself over to the beast.
A beast intent on making him a slave to the pleasure he was currently providing.
And he was caught. Mesmerized by the tight, sleek glide of silky flesh within satin.
Rikuo leaned over him, his harsh grunts sensuous in his ear, large hand grasping his cock. Kaza tensed as lust flared under his skin from two different points. His hips began to sway involuntarily, fucking into his raven's hand, impaling himself on that marauding shaft. Colorful lights, flashed behind his eyelids as the unbearable ache tightened over his skin, pulling his frayed nerves taut.
"So tight," Rikuo husked, voice breaking slightly as Kaza cinched down on his shuttling cock. "You feel so good. Better than I imagined. And all mine."
As if those words released incorporeal bonds, Rikuo planted his hands in the mattress and began driving into his core, the brisk ebb and flow pounding him closer to the ultimate goal of satisfaction.
"I'll fuck you every night. You'll beg me for it. And maybe if you're a good pet, I'll fuck you in the bed where you had every, little nasty dream."
The words did him in. The memories they dredged up. The new images they forged in his consciousness. Intertwining with the animal sounds that their joint made as Rikuo slid in and out of him, the fit still so tight it bordered pain,
He snapped, jerking helplessly beneath Rikuo, thrusting back so that the swollen, crest of his cock hit his sweet spot just right, sending another slash of pleasure straight to his own, setting off another explosion of wanton, almost feral bliss.
"Shit!" He felt Rikuo's fingers tangle in the sheets as he speeded up, pounding into him, the rhythm uneven now as he reached his own heights of licentious pinnacles.
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