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FIC: Going Steady, Part 5
Okay, so I lied--the story ends with 6 chapters, since the final part turned out to be too long to fit into one post. The main conclusion takes place here, with an epilogue and some story meta in Part 6. Oh, and btw, I went ahead and made a tag for this series (which I've dubbed the "comeback series") to make it easier to find all the stories, and also a "haru-shakespeare series" tag for my Hamlet stories, since I may continue with that universe as well.
Title: Going Steady, Part 5
Rating: NC-17 overall
Fandom: Haru wo Daiteita (Embracing Love)
Pairing: Kikuchi/Onozuka
Word count: ~8,055
Disclaimer: No money is being made off this story; consider it a little wish fulfillment on my part.
Sequel to: Unexpected Opportunities, Comeback (Part 1 and Part 2), Forgiveness, Firsts, and First Date (Part 1 and Part 2).
Summary: Kikuchi and Onozuka finally consummate their relationship.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
***
The press conference was held, and auditions for Eisuke and the other unfilled roles were scheduled to be held starting the following week. Onozuka's talent agency received notice of the auditions, of course, so he was allowed to express an official interest in the role to his manager.
"It would be good exposure for you, and your schedule is conveniently open," Fujimoto said approvingly. "You've starred in a couple of TV series, but this would be your first feature film, and it would be an impressive debut--there's a lot of attention focused on this movie because of Kitamura and Kikuchi. The only downside I can see is that playing a gay role might be bad for your image, but with the popularity of Iwaki and Katou these days, I don't really think it will be a problem." Fujimoto snorted in either amusement or disgust, or possibly a combination of both. "In fact, women seem to be more turned on by the idea of those two being lovers than they would if Iwaki and Katou were straight! However, if you do win the role, the tabloids will probably try to invent rumors of you and Kikuchi being lovers for real--you know how they are; if they can't find a scandal, they'll make one up."
Onozuka smiled sweetly, struggling to restrain the fit of laughter that was bubbling up inside him. Fujimoto would be furious if he knew that Onozuka was already Kikuchi's real-life lover! "The tabloids are always inventing rumors," Onozuka managed to say in a level voice, "but everything should be fine as long as I behave discreetly in public and do nothing to contradict my princely image, right?"
"Right," Fujimoto agreed. "Thank god you're not a womanizer like your friend Miyasaka--I feel sorry for his manager! Some people say there's no such thing as bad publicity, but I don't agree with that. All right, I'll schedule you for the audition. We shouldn't be overconfident, of course, but I think that you have a good chance of winning the role with your abilities. And many of your competitors will be uncomfortable with the idea of playing a gay role, especially when they'll be acting opposite an actor who's gay in real life."
"It doesn't bother me," Onozuka said, which was the truth. "I'm a professional, and I want to challenge myself by playing as many different types of roles as possible. And I look forward to the chance to act with Kikuchi-san; I watched many of his movies while I was growing up."
"It's good to have a reputation for being versatile," Fujimoto approved. "Nobody can be a heartthrob forever, your Highness."
This time Onozuka did laugh, amused that both Kikuchi and Fujimoto chose to use the same nickname for him. "Oh, knock it off with that Prince stuff," he said, pretending to be embarrassed. "Ever since that silly magazine article came out, everyone thinks it's funny to call me 'Prince' or 'your Highness'."
Fujimoto wasn't fooled. "Save your modest act for the press, Onozuka-kun; I know that you get off on the attention, and you love playing up your princely image. Which is fine, since the public likes it. Now, getting back to business...we've received a couple of tentative offers for TV drama roles, but I think we should hold off on accepting any other roles until after the auditions are over. Obviously a movie role is much more prestigious and will lead to more offers in the future, providing that the movie is a success, and Kitamura has a good track record." Onozuka nodded in agreement, and Fujimoto continued, "As for the movie auditions, you'll be auditioning for the role of the love interest, Eisuke, but if you don't win that role, you might also consider trying out for the role of the killer. It's not as big a part, but it's still a juicy role, and you did very well as the murder suspect in your last drama."
"Well, it turned out that the guy wasn't really the killer, just a twisted individual who got off on messing with the police," Onozuka replied. "Still, I'd rather not get typecast by making a habit of playing the villain." Actually, when he'd accepted the role on the TV drama, it had been to break away a little from his princely image and show that he could play more than just the pretty boy or the romantic lead. Even so, accepting the same type of role back-to-back could lead to typecasting, but most of all, Onozuka wasn't willing to settle for the lesser role.
"Besides," Onozuka told his manager, "it's like conceding defeat to make plans about what to do if I fail the first audition. There will be no need to try out for the role of the killer, because I intend to win the role of Eisuke!"
Fujimoto smiled. "I like your determination, Onozuka-kun. Okay then, we'll plan for you to win the role, but you'd better not let me down."
Onozuka knew that his manager, being cynical and practical, would still plan for the possibility of failure, but that was all right with Onozuka. He preferred cynical practicality to head-in-the-clouds idealism, at least in the people handling his career and finances, and he would still take pride in showing Fujimoto that his back-up plan was unnecessary.
"Have I ever let you down, Fujimoto-san?" Onozuka asked with an insolent grin.
"Not yet," Fujimoto admitted. "You like to talk big, but you usually back up your words with action, unlike some of my past clients." Then he laughed and said, "You like to go to that bar Lime, don't you? If you get the part, I'll treat you to a round of drinks there!"
Onozuka laughed, "I'm not sure whether that shows confidence or not, since Fujimoto-san is the stingy type--"
"Frugal," Fujimoto corrected, with an air of offended dignity.
"--but you had better be prepared to open your wallet!"
"Then you had better be prepared to win that role and earn me a fat commission!" Fujimoto retorted, and they both laughed.
Onozuka's good mood improved even further when he returned home and received a call from Toshi.
"Yuu-chan, I just got the test results back, and everything looks fine. Did you want me to send you a copy?"
"Yes, can you fax it to me here?" Onozuka replied, and gave him the phone number at Miyasaka's apartment. "Thanks, Toshi-chan; I really appreciate it."
"You're welcome," Toshi said, then hesitated a moment before adding, "About Shiori-chan..."
"It seems that she and Takumi-san will make a very lovely couple in a few years," Onozuka replied sharply. "If nothing else, they can bond over their mutual disapproval of me." Then he hung up the phone before Toshi had a chance to respond.
He supposed that he was being a bit rude to a friend who'd gone out of his way to do him a favor, but he just wasn't in the mood to deal with any more of Toshi's well-meant meddling. Onozuka would make it up to him later--take him out for a drink, and maybe get Kikuchi to autograph a dvd or poster for him.
Onozuka smiled at the thought of Kikuchi. Even the problem of Shiori's proposed marriage was not enough to spoil his good mood today, not with the test results in and no more excuses left for Kikuchi to put off their lovemaking. He was determined not to leave Kikuchi's apartment tonight without getting laid, even if he had to tie Kikuchi down to the damned bed!
Ooh...actually, that was a rather stimulating thought, although Onozuka wasn't normally into all that bondage stuff.
The fax line rang, and Onozuka grinned as he jumped up to get the test results.
***
"Good evening, Kikuchi-san," Onozuka sang out cheerfully as Kikuchi opened the door and stepped aside to let him. "As promised, here are the test results."
Kikuchi took the papers and looked them over. "Test subject number one is me, right?" he asked. In order to protect their identities, Toshi had assigned numbers rather than names to their blood samples.
"Yes, and number two is me," Onozuka replied, peering over Kikuchi's shoulders to look at the papers--and not so incidentally, to press his body against Kikuchi's back in the process. "As you can see, the tests came back negative...hmm, although your cholesterol is a little high, Kikuchi-san. Maybe you got into the habit of eating too much red meat in America?"
"Don't be a smart-ass," Kikuchi chuckled, and he turned around so that he could reach out and smack Onozuka playfully on the rump. The slap stung only slightly, and awakened a corresponding echo of pleasure in his groin.
"Did you eat yet?" Kikuchi asked, setting the papers aside. "I can cook some dinner if you're hungry."
"I ate before I came here," Onozuka replied, and it was true; he had not wanted to give Kikuchi any reason to delay their lovemaking further, even if it was only by an hour or two. "Though I am hungry...just not for food," he added, smiling slyly.
Kikuchi grinned at him and asked, "Well, what if I haven't eaten yet?"
Onozuka gave him the most seductive smile that he could muster, and spread out his arms invitingly as he purred, "Then come and devour me, Kikuchi-san."
Kikuchi hesitated for a moment, and Onozuka was afraid that he had miscalculated, but then Kikuchi laughed and stepped forward to sweep Onozuka into his arms, kissing him with all the enthusiasm that Onozuka could have wished for. They kissed and groped, stumbling--finally!--into Kikuchi's bedroom.
Kikuchi let go of Onozuka long enough to flip on the light switch, and in response to Onozuka's questioning look, he grinned and said, "Candles and dim lighting are all very romantic, but tonight I want to be able to see you and get a good look at that beautiful body of yours."
"It's your own fault that you haven't seen it earlier," Onozuka retorted good-naturedly, as he began to unbutton his shirt. "I was perfectly willing to show it to you from the beginning."
"Ah, but anticipation makes the moment of revelation sweeter," Kikuchi replied.
"If you say so," Onozuka said, taking a quick look around the room as they undressed. It was slightly more personalized than the sparsely furnished living room: there was an elegantly painted scroll of two cranes--symbols of love and fidelity--hung up on one wall, and a framed poster of an old Kurosawa movie on another. There was a desk with a laptop computer on it, along with a framed photo of what must be Kikuchi's family: an older man and woman, Kikuchi, and another man who looked like a younger and more clean-cut version of him. There was a large bookcase that was filled with books in both Japanese and English: novels, and non-fiction books on a wide variety of subjects, including filmmaking, history, and forensic science. Some of the acting awards he'd won both at home and in the U.S. were also displayed on the shelves. Next to the bookcase, there was a stand holding two samurai swords; Onozuka recognized them as props from a movie he'd done before the scandal.
"Hey," Kikuchi whispered into Onozuka's ear, startling him. "Did you want to check out my book collection or did you want to make love?" He nipped sharply at Onozuka's earlobe, as if to get his attention. "After all, you were the one who was so eager to get into my bed."
"Oh, I'm very eager," Onozuka assured him, and quickly finished undressing; Kikuchi was already nude. "I was just curious to see whether you had any sex manuals in your collection," he joked.
"Why, do you think I need instructions on how to make love?" Kikuchi asked, pretending to be offended.
"Oh, not at all," Onozuka replied sweetly. He cast his eyes downward in a pretense of shyness and said, "You're a man of experience; I'm the one who's never done this before." He ducked his head, letting his hair fall forward across his face, and whispered in a trembling voice worthy of any virgin maiden in a period drama, "Please be gentle with me, Kikuchi-san."
Kikuchi burst into laughter, pulled Onozuka into his arms, and kissed him soundly; Onozuka shivered with pleasure at the sensation of Kikuchi's bare skin against his own. "I hope you're more convincing at the audition than you are now," Kikuchi chuckled as he began pulling Onozuka towards the bed--which was large enough to hold two people comfortably, Onozuka noted, although he hoped that he was the first one to be sharing this bed with Kikuchi.
"Are you saying I don't make a believable virgin?" Onozuka pouted.
"Well, only to those of us who know what a sly, scheming devil you really are," Kikuchi admitted. "Your fans who know you as the Golden Prince would probably believe that you are as pure and innocent as you pretend."
"But I really am a virgin," Onozuka protested coyly. "At least in regard to this one particular act."
Kikuchi grinned at him possessively, his eyes lighting up, as if he were pleased to be the one to deflower Onozuka. "Then let's change your status," he said huskily, pushing Onozuka down on the bed. "Because you have to be the least innocent virgin that I've ever met!"
Kikuchi knelt on the bed, gazing down at Onozuka admiringly, his eyes slowly traveling up and down Onozuka's body from head to toe and back again. Onozuka felt no embarrassment or shame; he was too busy greedily drinking in the sight of Kikuchi's naked body himself. To Onozuka's admittedly biased gaze, Kikuchi's body looked as spectacular now as it had ten years ago, lean and muscled without a spare ounce of fat. Either he had great genes, or he worked hard at keeping himself fit--probably the latter. Nearly all actors, Onozuka himself included, were vain and very conscious of their physical appearance, since their livelihood relied at least partially on it.
"You're beautiful," Kikuchi murmured, leaning down to kiss Onozuka. "Absolutely perfect."
"So are you, Kikuchi-san," Onozuka said fervently, wrapping his arms around Kikuchi to pull him closer, but then his lover frowned slightly. "What's wrong?" Onozuka asked anxiously, worried that he'd done something to ruin the moment when he was finally about to get laid.
"Nothing's wrong," Kikuchi assured him. "I was just thinking, isn't it a little silly for us still to be calling each other 'san' and 'kun' at this point? Family names and honorifics are used to keep people at a distance, and we're about to close all the distance between us." He traced the shell of Onozuka's ear with his tongue and whispered, "I can't get any closer than being inside your body, can I?"
Onozuka moaned and replied, "No, I suppose not." He knew for a fact that Katou still called Iwaki "san" even when they were doing it, but he wasn't about to argue with Kikuchi at this point.
"Then why don't you just call me 'Katsuya'?" Kikuchi suggested, and Onozuka just stared at him, too startled to reply right away. He had been brought up in a very strict and formal family, where the proper honorifics were always used--different ones depending on the relative status of the person you were speaking to, of course. And in the geinokai, it was important not to offend the people who could make or break your career. Onozuka could be casual or even outright rude when it suited him, but it was always a conscious decision. It never would have occurred to him to address Kikuchi, an older and more experienced actor, and one that he admired, as anything but "Kikuchi-san," even though they were dating.
"Or have I spent too much time in America, where people are much more casual?" Kikuchi asked with a smile. "You don't have to do it if it makes you feel uncomfortable."
"Oh no, not at all!" Onozuka said hastily. "I'm very flattered; I was just taken by surprise. Katou and Iwaki are like husband and wife, and they still call each other by their family names."
"Well, we're not Katou and Iwaki, and I want you to call me by my given name," Kikuchi said in a low, seductive voice that was almost a growl, and he gave Onozuka a wolfish, predatory smile that made him shudder with anticipation--and perhaps just a tiny hint of of fear, as he wondered if he might have gotten in over his head with Kikuchi. But even so, that little frisson of fear only stoked his lust further.
And actually, Onozuka was excited by the idea of being permitted an intimacy that even Iwaki and Katou, the two precious lovebirds, didn't share. "All right...Katsuya," he said, savoring the unfamiliar name, rolling it on his tongue as if he were tasting a new and delectable sweet. "Then I guess you should also call me 'Yuu'."
"Yuu," Kikuchi whispered into Onozuka's ear, and he shuddered again. No one but Toshi and Misa called him by his given name these days, and he saw them only occasionally; everyone else, even his closest friends in the geinokai, Katou and Miyasaka, addressed him as "Onozuka". So it felt strangely intimate and erotic to hear Kikuchi call him "Yuu".
"Yuu," Kikuchi murmured again, brushing his lips against Onozuka's throat, and Onozuka sighed with pleasure.
However, when he felt Kikuchi's teeth nip gently at his neck, he protested, "Hey, no marks, remember?"
"Still?" Kikuchi complained. "I thought you were done shooting."
"I am, but I have a couple of magazine interviews scheduled for this week," Onozuka replied. "And I don't need some reporter seeing a hickey on my neck."
"So if I mark you somewhere it doesn't show, that's all right?" Kikuchi asked slyly.
"Sure," Onozuka replied carelessly, preoccupied with feasting his eyes on Kikuchi's body. A thin white scar across Kikuchi's ribs caught his eye, and he reached out to trace it with his fingers.
"A battle scar from a stunt gone wrong," Kikuchi replied to his unspoken question.
"Is it from one of the explosions in 'Tokyo Countdown'?" Onozuka asked curiously.
"No, actually it's from a samurai sword," Kikuchi said with a grin.
"Ah, 'Avatar of Bishamonten'!" Onozuka exclaimed, naming the movie that the displayed prop swords were from. "You played Uesugi Kenshin!"
"You really are a fan, aren't you, Yuu?" Kikuchi chuckled.
"Heh, I guess that does make me sound like a fanboy," Onozuka said with a sheepish smile.
"On the contrary, I'm flattered that a hot young actor like the Golden Prince is familiar with my works," Kikuchi teased.
"I'm never going to live down that nickname, am I?" Onozuka groaned, but secretly, he rather liked it.
"I'm getting to be a pretty big fan of you as well, your Highness," Kikuchi purred. "So let me show you my appreciation, from one fan to another." He began methodically kissing Onozuka down the length of his body, starting with a gentle kiss on his forehead, and then a much less gentle kiss on the lips that involved a lot of entwining of tongues and left Onozuka breathless. While Onozuka was trying to catch his breath, Kikuchi moved down to his neck, taking care not to leave any marks, as ordered, and then kissed his way down Onozuka's chest, where he lightly circled each nipple with his tongue, then gently suckled and worried at it with his lips and teeth, first one and then the other.
Onozuka moaned, and Kikuchi raised his head to grin at him before trailing a line of wet kisses down his belly; Onozuka's breathing grew ragged as Kikuchi's mouth drew closer to his crotch. But instead of taking Onozuka into his mouth, Kikuchi paused and grinned again as one hand reached down to stroke Onozuka's pubic hair, which was a deep golden-brown a few shades darker than the hair on his head.
"So, do you dye your hair down here, too, or are you a natural blond?" Kikuchi wanted to know. "I always thought that you bleached your hair, but maybe you have a bit of Caucasian blood, hmm?"
Onozuka gasped as Kikuchi's fingers brushed against the base of his cock, which was already half-hard without Kikuchi even needing to touch him. "I lighten it a little bit," he said breathlessly. "Although it does turn almost blond naturally if I spend enough time in the sun. Normally, it's about the same color as Katou's."
"So where does this naturally almost-blond hair come from?" Kikuchi persisted, his fingers still gently petting and teasing Onozuka.
Onozuka bit his lower lip to stifle a moan; it was a little vexing, though in a pleasant way, how easily Kikuchi always managed to arouse him. He didn't like talking about his family, but he sensed that Kikuchi wasn't going to move on until he found out what he wanted to know, and Onozuka's patience and self-control were close to the breaking point.
So he gave in to the inevitable and said casually, as if it were of no importance to him, "My grandmother, my mother's mother, got knocked up by an American soldier stationed at one of the bases on Okinawa. He promised to marry her, but it turned out that his family didn't like the idea of him marrying a Japanese girl, and they threatened to disown him, so he dumped her and went back to America alone."
"What a cad," Kikuchi said disapprovingly, although he looked intrigued by the story. His hand had stilled, enabling Onozuka to gain control of himself and think a little more clearly, although he was also a little disappointed. On the other hand, it probably wasn't appropriate to be thinking about sex and his grandparents at the same time.
"She said she was better off without a cowardly guy like that, but I'm sure it must have been difficult for her, raising a half-gaijin child out of wedlock," Onozuka replied. "I heard that it caused quite a scandal back then. But my grandma is a tough woman, and she worked hard to raise my mother alone, and her dedication paid off. She got a job as a maid at an inn when my mother was about five years old, and the owner was impressed by how hard my grandmother worked to take care of her daughter, and was completely charmed by her little girl. Before long, they fell in love and got married, and he adopted my mother and put her on his family registry. So you see, the story had a happy ending, and now you know where my blond hair comes from." He smiled and tugged at a lock of his hair. "That's all that I got from Obaasan's American soldier, and I don't think of him as my grandfather. My real grandfather was the man who married my grandmother and raised my mother as his own flesh and blood."
"That's a nice story," Kikuchi said. "It would make a good movie."
"Yeah, it would," Onozuka said, smiling nostalgically. "My grandfather would have been tickled by the idea; he was a real romantic." He didn't mind so much talking about his maternal grandparents. They'd kept in touch with him after he ran away from home, and had supported his dream of becoming an actor. However, like Takumi, they had disapproved of the way he'd left home without talking to his parents, so he hadn't visited them very often, since they would always encourage him to reconcile with his father. He'd had reason to regret that neglect after his grandfather died, but it was just one more thing to add to his long list of faults as an irresponsible son and grandson.
"Yuu?" Kikuchi asked, sounding concerned. "Are you all right?"
"Sure," Onozuka said lightly, smiling again and clearing his face of the melancholy expression that must have settled on it. "My grandfather passed away a few years ago, and I was just thinking that I miss him."
"I'm sorry," Kikuchi said apologetically. "I shouldn't have pried."
"No, it's okay," Onozuka replied. "You didn't know that my blond hair had such a long story behind it, after all!" Kikuchi chuckled, and Onozuka added, "But it is kind of ruining the mood, isn't it? Don't forget, you promised to make love to me tonight, and I intend to hold you to that promise!"
"Then I'll show you that I'm a man of my word," Kikuchi promised in a seductive voice. He pushed Onozuka's legs apart, then began kissing his way up the inside of Onozuka's thigh. Onozuka's breath caught in his throat as Kikuchi's mouth drew closer to his groin, but once again, Kikuchi stopped short of the apparent goal, and instead shifted over to plant more teasing kisses on Onozuka's other thigh.
"Kikuchi-san!" Onozuka groaned impatiently.
"Katsuya," Kikuchi reminded him.
"Katsu--" Onozuka started to say, but the name broke off into a startled yelp as Kikuchi bit down sharply on his inner thigh. "Ow, what the hell was that for?!"
"You said I could mark you as long as it doesn't show," Kikuchi reminded him with a devilish grin. "Nobody will see this unless you go running around in public without any pants on." His mouth closed again on Onozuka's thigh, biting and sucking on that same spot, a little more gently this time, and it felt strangely erotic. When Kikuchi finally released the bruised flesh, he said, "This is a reminder, so that you'll think of me and how I made love to you whenever you see it." Then he soothed the sore spot with a gentle kiss as Onozuka moaned softly.
"Kiku--I mean, Katsuya, please," he gasped.
Kikuchi planted one last kiss on Onozuka's thigh, and then slowly ran his tongue along the length of Onozuka's rapidly hardening cock. His warm, wet tongue felt exquisite on Onozuka's bare flesh, with no condom between them this time, and he groaned eagerly, but Kikuchi pulled back instead of continuing.
"Don't stop," Onozuka protested.
Kikuchi grinned at him wickedly and said, "Ah, but you always come so easily for me, Yuu--which I love, but I don't want you to get too carried away just yet, because tonight I don't want you to come until I'm inside you."
Onozuka moaned wildly at the thought of Kikuchi being inside him, and he demanded, "Well, hurry up and get on with it, then!"
"Should I consider that a royal command, your Highness?" Kikuchi asked, his grin growing wider.
"Yes, if that will make you fuck me any faster," Onozuka groaned.
"Then your wish is my command, your Highness," Kikuchi purred, and he reached over into the nightstand drawer to pull out a small bottle of lotion. He poured a generous dollop into his right hand, and a moment later, Onozuka felt slick fingers sliding between the cleft of his buttocks until they found what they were looking for and gently began to rub and circle his opening. Onozuka tensed slightly, but Kikuchi's fingers lightly caressed and teased him until he relaxed, and then Kikuchi eased a fingertip inside him, withdrawing it quickly before Onozuka even had time to react. There were more gentle caresses before Kikuchi slipped the fingertip inside him again, just a fraction more deeply this time, before once again withdrawing, and Onozuka moaned impatiently, "Will you please just get on with it, already? I'm not some delicate flower that's going to break if you--ah!"
He gasped as for once, Kikuchi actually obeyed him and slid his finger all the way inside Onozuka. Though he wasn't like Miyasaka, who thought that being fucked was a threat to his masculinity, Onozuka had still been a little nervous about being fucked by another guy, even one that he wanted as much as Kikuchi. So he had experimented a little at home (though not last night, per Kikuchi's sadistic instructions), fingering himself with one hand while jerking off with the other, trying to imagine what it would be like to have Kikuchi inside him. It had been okay, a little awkward and uncomfortable, though pleasurable when he managed to find the right spot.
But it felt incredibly good to have Kikuchi doing it now, and he didn't think that it was just because Kikuchi was more experienced and actually knew what he was doing. Well, that might have been part of the reason, but mostly it was just because it was Kikuchi--like the difference between masturbation and sex, he supposed. Somehow it was much hotter to have someone else touch you than to jerk off alone, even if the mechanics of the act were the same.
Then Onozuka cried out as Kikuchi's finger probed a little deeper, hitting exactly the right spot and causing a wave of pleasure to surge through his body. Kikuchi clamped his mouth over Onozuka's, smothering that cry, his tongue moving rhythmically in and out of Onozuka's mouth as if to mirror the way that his finger was thrusting in and out of Onozuka's body down below.
Kikuchi carefully eased a second finger into Onozuka, stretching him open wider, and Onozuka whimpered into Kikuchi's mouth. Kikuchi must have mistook that muffled sound of pleasure for pain, because he broke off the kiss and asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yes, yes," Onozuka gasped eagerly, and Kikuchi chuckled, pressing his lips against Onozuka's throat, and Onozuka shivered at the sensation of Kikuchi's laugher vibrating against his skin. Kikuchi's fingers resumed their movement, and Onozuka moaned, his hips rocking back and forth with Kikuchi's hand. It all felt so good, not just the little jolts of pleasure whenever Kikuchi's fingertips hit his prostate, but also the sensation of being filled, of Kikuchi's fingers moving inside him. He was beginning to understand why Iwaki looked so ecstatic while being taken by Katou and vice versa; Miyasaka was an idiot to be afraid of this.
And then a third finger pushed its way inside him, and thoughts of Miyasaka vanished from Onozuka's mind. "Katsuya," he groaned, half in pleasure and half in frustration, because Kikuchi's fingers were moving at a tantalizingly slow pace, and he shoved his hips up impatiently to drive them in deeper.
"Are you ready, Yuu?" Kikuchi panted, his breathing heavy and ragged, indicating that perhaps Onozuka wasn't the only one feeling a little frustrated, and he smiled with satisfaction.
"Anytime you are, Katsuya," he sang out sweetly.
"All right, then, here we go," Kikuchi said, leaning down to kiss him. Onozuka moaned as he felt Kikuchi's fingers withdraw, leaving him feeling empty and bereft, but only briefly, and then Kikuchi was pulling Onozuka's legs up over his shoulders. He felt the head of Kikuchi's cock nudging at the entrance to his body, and he moaned again, with eagerness rather than disappointment this time.
But although he was willing and eager, it still hurt as Kikuchi slowly pushed into him, and Onozuka winced. He wondered if he'd been a little too eager and should have let Kikuchi prepare him longer, or if, as with women, it usually hurt the first time that you did it. Regardless, he wouldn't have complained, but Kikuchi must have noticed the wince or the tension in his body, because he stopped and asked, "Does it hurt?"
"Uh, yeah, a little bit," Onozuka admitted, somewhat sheepishly. "But I don't want you to stop."
"We're not in any rush," Kikuchi assured him. "I said that I wanted to take my time with you, remember? The whole point of this is to make it pleasurable for both of us. It hurts because you're tense; just try to relax."
"That's easy for you to say," Onozuka said dryly. He almost added, "You're not the one who feels like he's having an iron rod rammed up his ass," but refrained out of fear that he might either offend Kikuchi or further inflate his already sizable ego...probably the latter.
Kikuchi grinned as if he knew what Onozuka was thinking and said, "Hey, I'm speaking from experience."
"Experience from the giving or receiving end?" Onozuka asked, genuinely curious. He'd overheard Kikuchi telling Miyasaka that being on the top or the bottom had nothing to do with being a man or a woman, but people didn't always practice what they preached.
"Both," Kikuchi replied matter-of-factly. "Mostly I prefer to top, but sometimes it's nice to receive instead of give." He grinned again. "Why, do you want to fuck me?"
That thought made Onozuka's cock twitch, but he replied, "Maybe some other time. Right now, I'd like you to finish what you started!"
"I slowed down for your sake," Kikuchi reminded him. "I know it's difficult, but try to relax." His hands began to caress Onozuka, in a manner that was obviously meant to be more soothing than arousing, and he began murmuring in English--a quiet and gentle stream of words, about only half of which Onozuka could understand, but they seemed to be mostly endearments and compliments. Stuff like, "You're so beautiful," and he was probably urging Onozuka to relax, although he was only guessing at that part. Onozuka had no idea why Kikuchi was making pillow-talk in English, unless it was to provide a distraction, in which case, it worked. He was concentrating so hard on trying to figure out what Kikuchi was saying that he forgot about his discomfort, and his body gradually relaxed under the soothing effect of Kikuchi's hands and voice.
With the resistance gone, Kikuchi was able to slide in a little deeper, and Onozuka gasped, his body belatedly tensing when it realized what was happening. His inner muscles clenched tightly around Kikuchi, who drew in his breath in a sharp hiss--whether due to pleasure or pain, Onozuka wasn't quite sure.
"Just relax, Yuu," Kikuchi whispered, his hands resuming their soothing caresses, and Onozuka found it easier to follow that advice this time. They continued that way for some time, with Kikuchi slowly pushing in and then pausing to wait for Onozuka's body to adjust, until suddenly Onozuka realized that the entire length of Kikuchi's cock was inside him, and he moaned loudly.
"You okay?" Kikuchi asked, his voice slightly hoarse, as if from the tension of holding back for so long. He had been an incredibly patient and considerate lover so far (even if he was a sadistic bastard), and Onozuka thought to himself again about what an idiot Miyasaka was. He'd had a chance to sleep with Kikuchi, but he'd blown it because he couldn't let go of his fantasy of Iwaki as the ideal lover. Well, Miyasaka's loss was his gain, Onozuka supposed.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Onozuka replied. It was an amazing sensation--he felt full and stretched to his limits, and to be honest, it was a little uncomfortable, though not painful as long as he remembered not to tense up. But at the same time, being so intimately connected to Kikuchi was incredibly erotic and exciting, and the discomfort was nowhere near so bad that he'd want to stop.
Kikuchi began to move in slow, shallow thrusts, and that wasn't bad at all; in fact, it felt kind of good, and Onozuka relaxed further, his body beginning to move with Kikuchi's.
"Still okay?" Kikuchi asked.
"Mm-hmm," Onozuka murmured. "Feels good."
"Good," Kikuchi said with satisfaction, then gradually began to thrust a little deeper, and Onozuka moaned. That felt even better, but Kikuchi was moving at an infuriatingly slow pace--Onozuka wasn't sure whether that was out of consideration for his inexperience, or if Kikuchi was just toying with him in his usual sadistic manner.
When Kikuchi pulled almost all the way out of him and paused for what seemed like a very long time, just the tip of his cock resting inside Onozuka, he decided that it was the latter. "Katsuya!" he groaned impatiently, and Kikuchi grinned at him wickedly--yes, definitely the latter!
"Yuu," Kikuchi crooned, and pushed into him with a slow, steady thrust--still too slow to suit Onozuka, but the thrust struck home and sent a blinding wave of pleasure through his body, and he threw back his head and cried out.
"Ah, Katsuya, please!"
"Yuu," Kikuchi repeated in a low voice that sent shivers running up and down Onozuka's spine. It felt so incredibly intimate, to feel Kikuchi moving inside him while calling him by his given name, which no one but his family and childhood friends ever used. He had never felt so close to anyone before and it probably would have scared the crap out of him if he hadn't been half out of his mind with frantic lust and need.
Kikuchi kept to that maddening pattern of thrust, pull out, pause, and repeat, over and over again until Onozuka growled in frustration and shoved his hips up hard, to impale himself on Kikuchi's full length, and it hurt a little, but another wave of pleasure, even more intense than the first, wracked his body and he didn't care about anything else.
Kikuchi gasped, then grinned down at him and said breathlessly, "A little impatient, aren't we? I promised that I was going to take my time with you and wring every possible bit of pleasure out of your body, remember?"
"I don't care," Onozuka groaned. "I just want you to fuck me, already!" He started to push his body up towards Kikuchi's again, but Kikuchi grabbed his hips and pushed him back down. Onozuka struggled to surge upwards, but it seemed that very lovely and fit body was not just for show, because he was able to hold Onozuka firmly in place.
"I will make love to you at my own pace," Kikuchi insisted, and resumed with those slow, deep thrusts that felt so good and yet drove Onozuka wild with frustration because he needed more.
"Damn you, Katsuya," he swore, digging his heels hard into Kikuchi's back to try to drive him in deeper, or maybe just punish him for being such a tease. A grunt of pain escaped Kikuchi's lips, but he stubbornly kept at that slow pace, and even slowed it down a little more, as if to deliberately provoke Onozuka.
Onozuka moaned in frustration and reached up to claw at Kikuchi's back. Kikuchi gasped, freezing in place, and he looked down at Onozuka and said breathlessly, "I've been trying to go slowly for your sake, Yuu, since it's your first time. You were the one who asked me to be gentle, after all."
"Can't you recognize a joke when you hear one?!" Onozuka demanded in an exasperated voice. "It's all very sweet that you were so concerned about me, but I don't want you to be gentle anymore--I want you to fuck me harder, now!"
With both hands, he raked his nails hard down Kikuchi's back, and Kikuchi let out a low, guttural moan and slammed into Onozuka with a swift, deep thrust that caused him to arch his back and cry out, "Ah, yes, like that!"
It seemed that he had finally caused his sadistic lover's self-control to snap, because Kikuchi began pounding into him relentlessly, as hard and fast as Onozuka could possibly want, moaning Onozuka's name in a frantic voice.
And all Onozuka could do was to hold on for dear life, riding out the waves of pleasure that each thrust evoked, bending his knees to get a better grip with his legs on Kikuchi's shoulders and back, his hands clutching convulsively at the sheets. It actually did hurt a little, but Onozuka didn't want Kikuchi to stop, and somehow the pain and pleasure became blurred, until he could no longer tell one from the other and it all melted together into a single desperate need to have Kikuchi inside him--harder, deeper, faster, more.
He didn't realize that he'd been voicing his thoughts out loud until Kikuchi groaned, "God, Yuu, you're killing me--I'm going as hard and fast as I can!"
"Not if...you still...have...enough...breath to talk," Onozuka managed to say, gasping the words out in quick bursts between thrusts.
"Look who's talking," Kikuchi muttered, then poured himself into their lovemaking with renewed intensity, and both of them were reduced to incoherent moaning.
It felt so good to have Kikuchi inside him, but there was one part of his body that was still unsatisfied--his hard, aching cock. It rubbed against Kikuchi's stomach as he thrust into Onozuka, but that contact only enflamed him further rather than providing any relief, and Onozuka reached up to touch himself...
Only to have Kikuchi gently bat his hand away. "Not yet," Kikuchi panted. "I told you...I'd wring every last bit of pleasure from your body."
"Who's killing whom here?" Onozuka groaned, but he let his hand fall back to the bed. It was a sweet torture, and besides, he was half-afraid that Kikuchi might stop if he defied him. He was pretty sure that they were both past the point of no return, but one never knew with Kikuchi; the man's self-control seemed to be almost superhuman.
So Onozuka moaned and pushed up into Kikuchi's thrusts, since Kikuchi was no longer trying to hold him back, and it was so good that he almost thought that he could come from this alone...almost, but not quite.
"Please," he moaned desperately. "Kikuchi-san...Katsuya...I can't take any more, please..."
"Yuu," Kikuchi breathed, his eyes lighting up triumphantly, as if he'd won some sort of competition that Onozuka wasn't even aware they'd been having. And then Kikuchi's hand wrapped around his cock and moved in quick, rough strokes as he thrust into Onozuka even harder than before, if that was possible, and then Onozuka heard himself screaming Kikuchi's name as he felt like he was coming both inside and out as a mind-shattering wave of ecstasy washed over his body and swept away any traces of rational thought.
His body went limp as the wave receded, and he was vaguely aware of Kikuchi thrusting into him one last time and moaning, "Yuu," as he came, before collapsing on top of Onozuka, knocking the breath out of him for a moment
Onozuka let his legs slide off Kikuchi's shoulders to rest more comfortably on the bed. Kikuchi was kind of heavy, but Onozuka enjoyed the sensation of his lover's body sprawled across his own, so he didn't complain.
Kikuchi sighed contentedly, pressing his face against Onozuka's neck for a moment, before raising himself up slightly on one arm and lifting some of his weight off of Onozuka. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Yes, and no," Onozuka replied, smiling up lazily at Kikuchi. He was sore now that it was over and his mind was no longer clouded by lust, but he also felt utterly satiated and content. "Although I might not be able to walk tomorrow," he added with a laugh.
"You have no one to blame but yourself," Kikuchi said, kissing Onozuka gently. "I was trying to be careful for your sake, but I couldn't hold back when you started clawing at me."
"I'm not complaining," Onozuka replied, kissing him back. "It was totally worth it. And by the way, I am never going to buy your 'I can't get it up twice in one night because I'm an old man' act again! I think it's obvious that you have plenty of stamina, you big faker!"
Kikuchi said with a grin, "Well, I hope you don't expect a repeat performance tonight, because you have completely worn me out, your Highness!"
"If we did it again, I really wouldn't be able to walk!" Onozuka laughed. He wrapped his arms around Kikuchi and heard his lover hiss in pain as his hands brushed across the scratches on Kikuchi's back. He felt a secret thrill at the sound, but he apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scratch you that hard."
Kikuchi just grinned at him. "It hurts in a good way, and you're not at all sorry, you beautiful, evil prince."
"You're the evil one!" Onozuka retorted, and Kikuchi laughed as he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair away from Onozuka's face with his left hand.
"I guess we make a good pair, then," Kikuchi chuckled.
A glint of light flashed off the gold chain bracelet that Kikuchi always wore, and Onozuka caught hold of his wrist and pulled it closer to get a better look at it. "What is this?" he asked. "I always see you wearing it, so it must be special." He smiled and teased, "Is it a gift from an old boyfriend?" Then he regretted asking the question, because he wasn't sure that he really wanted to know the answer.
"It's just a good luck charm," Kikuchi laughed. "I was wearing it at the Japan Academy Awards the year that I won Best Actor for 'Tokyo Countdown'. So ever since then, I've worn it for luck."
"I guess that is lucky," Onozuka said, although he privately thought that the bracelet hadn't brought Kikuchi much luck during the scandal that had followed. Then again, maybe it had, in a roundabout way. Kikuchi was now a successful and respected actor in both America and Japan, without having to hide in the closet anymore.
In any case, Kikuchi's explanation had the ring of truth to it, so Onozuka smiled and released Kikuchi's wrist, satisfied with the answer. That still didn't explain where the bracelet had come from in the first place, but he suspected that it was probably better to leave well enough alone. Even if it had come from an old lover, that had been more than ten years ago and the man was obviously no longer in Kikuchi's life.
Kikuchi shifted his weight so that he was lying beside Onozuka instead of on top of him, which was a good deal more comfortable, and wrapped an arm around Onozuka to pull him close. Onozuka sighed happily and snuggled against Kikuchi's chest, reveling in the warmth of his lover's body, and the sensation of Kikuchi's bare skin beneath his hands, and the way that Kikuchi softly hissed again as Onozuka's fingers gently traced the scratches on his back. Onozuka grinned, pleased that he'd been able to mark Kikuchi as Kikuchi had marked him, although he hadn't consciously intended it at the time. The scratches wouldn't leave a permanent scar, any more than the bite-mark on Onozuka's thigh would, but it would serve as a temporary reminder of their lovemaking--long enough to last until their next time together, Onozuka hoped.
He yawned, feeling very comfortable in Kikuchi's arms, and sleepy with post-coital languor, and wondered if Kikuchi would let him sleep over, or if he was expected to catch a cab home as usual. Although in that case, Kikuchi might have to carry him downstairs, because he had only been half-joking about not being able to walk. Maybe if he just fell asleep right now, Kikuchi would be too kind to wake him up and send him home.
He silently scoffed at that thought--"Kikuchi" and "kind" were two words that didn't seem to go together! And yet, he had been kind and gentle during their initial lovemaking, until Onozuka had demanded more. He wondered how somebody could be both kind and sadistic at the same time.
"Hey, Yuu?" Kikuchi whispered.
"Mmm?" Onozuka murmured, thinking, Oh damn, he is going to send me home, after all.
But instead, Kikuchi was asking, "Do you want to stay over tonight?" With a touch of laughter in his voice, he added, "Seeing as how you're unable to walk and all."
"Yes," Onozuka replied, too relieved to care if Kikuchi was making fun of him, as long as he allowed him to stay. He gave in to the warmth and languor, allowing his eyes to fall shut, and drifted off to sleep in Kikuchi's arms.
Part 6
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Thanks for writing and making double updates!
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but hey! he makes such a lovely devil!
Good Job! they both deserved every bit of what they received! (the gentleness, the roughness, the scratches, the teasing, the competition, the worries...ALL OF IT!)
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Thanks for reading!
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I'll let my icon to express my feeling while reading this chapter. XD
ivy
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uuhhh.. the waiting was worth it, both for them and us!! *steam*
still, it's not a pure smut chapter, it was pretty long and you managed to squeeze lotsa story in there ^^
well, consider me as an addict of your fix by now XDD
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I'm speechless... *goes to read it again*
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Very enjoyable first time scene, from the mocking blushing virgin to the invitation to spend the night!
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