by SA Payne
"Hard." Ichi sighed, his voice a begging sob. Even he knew what he sounded like, the tones dripping with honey thick passion and whorish need. It was emotion that a man from Kakurega
never voiced but Ichi was unmanned, dissolved, deconstructed and he needed to be torn apart
by the talons of desire even more.
Rye's breath stopped in his throat. He was still fully clothed, his pants merely opened, and the
contrast between his cloth covered body and Ichi, naked, sweaty and writhing, made his fingers
dig into the golden skin before him. Stripping was a passing notion, one that skittered across the
surface of his thoughts only to fall away. It didn't seem important now, what felt important was to bury himself in the flesh of his lover. When Ichi moved, like an erotic wave, and the sensitive tip of Rye's cock slid between strong, beautiful legs to just tease at the begging entrance, he forgot
how to undress.
The word hard danced across Rye's mind and he couldn't stop himself. He pushed and Ichi's
body was horribly tight but it parted in welcoming heat. It made Rye's head feel light and dizzy,
he paused, trying to adapt. Ichi moaned under him, his face twisted up in a needing ache that
Rye only was able to barely absorb. He wanted to sooth the primordial creature of desire he was
making love to but before Rye could form the words, Ichi growled. His hips snapped back and in
one quick, nearly violent push, he impaled himself back onto Rye's throbbing cock.
It was too much. Rye's brain melted. He leaned over the trembling, moaning body that he was
buried in, his hands gliding up to ghost over ribs and nipples. If he didn't come again, now, he
wouldn't survive and his body acted on instinct and self preservation. His hips snapped a few
times, hard, deep and quick and he was gasping. Hot breath tickled the side of Ichi's neck as Rye
moaned and came, Ichi nearly sobbing at the feel.
Rye paused, buried deep in his lover's body. His pulse pounded in a half dozen spots in his body,
adding a counter rhythm to his shuddering breath. He had a moment when release ebbed desire
back to a controllable level, before his cock began to ache in painful need of Ichi's pleasure, to have what they'd just done really sink in. Their times together had always been careful, gentle,
passionate, yes without a doubt but thoughtful. This wasn't, this was nearly violent in it's need
and Rye paused, buried in the shivering flesh of Ichi's perfection and wondered if he'd gone too
far.
Ichi's hips pulled away the short inches allowed them, caught between counter top and Rye's
strong body. The instantly thrust backwards, demanding more. His sweat dampened head raised
and clouded hazel eyes gone nearly green with desire, half opened to meet Rye's overwhelmed
grey in the mirror's surface. He licked his lips and impaled himself again on the trembling length
still deep in his body. "Harder." He demanded as he arched backwards.
Suddenly, Rye found himself with armloads of Ichi. His hands slid across the taut stomach,
tickling hip bones and teasing the soft skin so near the weeping, ignored length. The palms of his
hands glided roughly over already hypersensitive nipples dragging broken moans and clinging
gasps from the slender arched throat. Below his mouth, Rye kissed and licked, nipping on any
skin or flesh that floated within his reach. Without his thoughts to stop him, his hips were moving.
Deep, hard, long strokes and on each one both men shivered.
Rye kicked the bare feet further apart and the tiniest touch of a request had Ichi sliding his legs even further than asked for. Back Rye stepped, pulling Ichi's hips with him until his back was
nearly to the locked door and Ichi's elbows barely were supported on the counter top. The only
thing in his mind was that Ichi had asked for harder and Rye couldn't stop himself. He gripped
the slender hips and let himself go.
Each deep, hard, stroke in rocked Ichi almost onto his toes and dragged a keening sob from his
soul. Hands dug into his skin, tilted his hips and suddenly those long, consuming thrusts were
making his vision go white in fiery pleasure. He chocked near to death on a scream and in his
shattered mind was vaguely away that the sound carried Rye over the edge again. The thrusts
grew shallower, barely leaving his body, pounding deep and hard, hitting that hidden spot in rapid
fire and than came the wash of molten release.
Still Rye was hard. Ichi could feel the trembling in the hands and knew, wound up like this, the
little orgasms did nothing to ease the other man's torment. Instead they merely built up to a
larger release, a pleasure that often left Rye insensible and unaware, gasping for breath and
thoughts for long moments after. It was an intensity that might have made Ichi jealous if he didn't see first hand how close the pleasure blurred with pain.
Instead, Ichi got to feel his love and lover come not once or twice but often four or more times.
He'd be able to taste him, feel him, touch him and still know that Rye could take him as far as he
needed to go. He would have blushed if his face wasn't already flushed in overwhelmed lust at
the dirty, lusty, wonderful feel of Rye moving in his begging body again. His release was slick
against and in Ichi, the feel of it sliding from him, down to tickle across his ignored balls, slick on the top of his thighs, it made Ichi feel safe and sultry and desired.
Long moments passed as Rye took Ichi as hard as he'd asked for. His body was a place of lust
and torment, begging to be fully released, for the blinding pleasure he'd found with when his
reserved love let himself go. It was a tone to Ichi's sighing, begging sobbing moans that he was
waiting for. The tone that didn't demand release but sung for it and when Rye finally heard the
subtle shift in the trembling keen that escaped with each, hard thrust, he stepped forward.
The move forward forced Ichi to half stand again, arching back to be cradled in Rye's arms. The
strokes were deeper, barely leaving his body before pounding hard back in. Their bodies nearly
joined from shoulder to feet, the feel of Rye's clothing, soft as it was, turned into a scratchy
tease. Fingers teased his chest, rolling aching nipples in tight circles and ghosting over the
ticklish divot of his navel. The hungry mouth returned to nip and kiss at his neck and ear, down
to his shoulders.
"Open your eyes." Rye demanded, coarse and rough directly into the shell of one perfect ear.
"Look."
Ichi's eyes fluttered, struggled to open under the onslaught of so much delight. When he
managed to get them to obey, what he saw nearly made him come. Rye hovered behind him, his
eyes dark like cold steel from hungry need, his face intense and almost frightening, deadly. He
could see a hand stroking across his own chest, teasing collarbones and dancing over where his
heart thudded madly below. He could see the near bite marks left behind as Rye nipped his
shoulder, eyes still locked onto his own.
"Say it!" Rye demanded.
Ichi's eyes fluttered shut but one of the hands stroking his flesh turned to a mildly painful claw
and nails scrapped across his stomach. That allowed him to open his eyes again and this time he
saw himself. He looked sexy, primal, wild. His dark hair was stuck to his head and spiked out, his
mouth was parted in panting breathes. It struck him like a bolt that this was how Rye saw him,
not as the bookish, cold, repressed little scientist but the real human und
er all of that.
"Let go, tell me." Rye sighed against the heated flesh, shuddering now, needing to hear the words he was trying to drag from Ichi's stubborn mind. There would be release but little
satisfaction if he didn't hear those words.
Rye had promised to protect him, to be gentle with the emotions he was so fragile over. Rye saw
him, which was how he was so able to strip away a lifetime's training in control and dissolve him
into a creature of maddening need. Rye loved him, not the kindness he'd offered or the shelter
he'd provided. Rye loved him.
"Oh God!" Ichi sobbed, feeling his own release swelling, pooling gathering in his belly, melting his will.
One of Rye's hands slid lower and the barest tickle of contact fluttered across the weeping,
trembling tip of Ichi's ignored length.
Ichi's eyes flew open and locked on Rye's, those knowing, darkly deadly grey eyes that haunted
his dreams, waking or sleeping. "Oh God, I love you!" He sobbed out, broken, shattered. The teasing hand closed around his cock. It didn't stroke, it didn't need to. Just the touch of the
heated skin against him, the gentle loving touch, pushed him beyond control. "Oh, Rye, I love
you so much, love you, love you!" He sobbed, his eyes rolling back under his fluttering eyelids as his released poured out with his confession. His legs dissolved and Ichi collapsed into Rye's
arms. He recovered enough sense to feel the last pounding thrusts into his body, the scalding,
claiming fire of Rye's consuming release mixed with mumbled words of love.
"Love you so..." Rye gasped, his thoughts and words fading in and out of being spoken. "...
protect you... for you.... Anything... oh Ichi..." Rye managed to get them lowered to the floor before his body gave out but his now limp sex slid unwillingly from Ichi making them both moan
in regret.
Ichi turned in the cramped space and lay against Rye's slouched chest, leaning up to kiss him.
Both their bodies were trembling, exhausted, broken and remade whole. He twisted one hand
into Rye's shirt and the other into his hair before he buried his face along the pale neck.
"Love you, so much, I'd be lost without you." He muttered, trying to get everything out while he still could. "Thank you, oh Rye, thank you." He half sobbed as the strong arms came around him.
Rye kissed the top of the head hidden against him. "Adore you, love you, need you." He
whispered and pulled Ichi closer.
Chapter Twenty Six:
It started out as a tickle in the back of Will's skull, the same way one of his migraines began. He rubbed at his eyes and adjusted the contrast on the notebook files they were studying. Amanda
gave him a questioning glance but he waved it off and went back to looking over the files with
her. When the threat of a migraine spread into a general sense of unease, Will half stood up to
glance around the cabin. No one else was in sight but he knew that locked in the bathroom Rye
was following his advice and pressing the advantage.
"What's wrong?" Amanda asked, careful to not look up from the notebook. Will was often
uncomfortable with his skills, not liking how unbalanced it often made him.
He just shook his head and sat down. "Ichi and Rye are just figuring things out. Better do it quick cause it's giving me a headache."
Only as the minutes passed it wasn't a headache that formed. Will fidgeted in his seat and tried
to push the tickle away. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose and sighed. The medical reports that
so fascinated Amanda made him feel restless and he found himself watching his wife instead.
The small cleft in her chin, the curve of one pink shell like ear that peeked from the barely
controlled tumbles of red curls. He found himself grinning gently at the spatter of freckles across her nose.
"What?" She asked without glancing up, feeling his eyes on her.
"You're beautiful."
That made her smile but she snorted in protest. "Will..."
He knew that tone, that was the all work no play tone. It made him sigh. "I know Mandi but they aren't fighting back there and it's making me just as itchy and gods you're amazing."
She flipped across another file. "Besotted fool." She muttered, grinning.
"Completely." He sighed and shut his own notebook down and tried to settle back in his seat.
Only the seat no longer felt so plush and comfortable. He squirmed and shifted and nothing
helped. "How am I supposed to meditate and try to block that when I can't get comfortable!" He finally snapped.
Amanda snickered. "You shouldn't be eavesdropping on them anyway."
"I'm not!" He protested but his spine arched a little as a tingle of pleasure shot across his nerves.
"Oh, lady's blessing, I'd like to see you block this out."
Beside him, Amanda noticed his growing state of unease and pretended not to. "He's your
brother."
"I'm not being a voyeur!" He protested, shifting to slouch lower in his seat. His lips parted and his eyes drifted shut. It felt like he'd been dipped in honey and he was close to asking Amanda to
lick him clean. "Remember when we used to go at it like rabbits in shuttle bathrooms?" He asked in a voice that was floating, dreamy, remembering vividly himself.
She chuckled softly. "Public shuttles too with half the passengers getting all hot and disturbed from our tumble. Damned psis." She tried to sound stern. "Not so funny when the shoes on the other foot now is it?"
Will moaned softly and firmly told his hands to stay on the arm rests. He wasn't going to touch
himself, he wasn't, not even to run a hand across an arm or chest. "I don't know, it was pretty damned funny when we were the ones in the bathroom."
"Well," She shut her notebook. "We're not and don't you dare ruin this for Ichi by making him all embarrassed. He doesn't know you could pick up on them." She leaned over and kissed the side
of Will's head but the chaste press of lips to his flesh made her husband moan. "Pull it together, you."
His eyes drifted open and saw no equally languid look in his wife's eyes. She was in work mode
and there was never any way to sway her from that. Will sighed. "Trying." It wouldn't kill him to wait until the bathroom was empty. He'd be able to slip inside and indulge the memories of when
he'd not been alone in the small space. Until then, he just had to try to not think about it.
Which wasn't easy to do as he watched Amanda stand up, the smooth fabric of the long skirt
she'd worn floating about her. He liked the way the fabric clung to her hips, the way it tucked a
little to the curve of her ass. It made him want to pet his hands across the curves, down to the
hem to find the bare legs underneath. He licked his lips again and swallowed hard. "Damn it, no fair when Ichi gets more action than me!" He shut his eyes and pressed himself back into his
seat.
Will was starting to wonder if maybe the pair had taken some sort of love potion as the tingle
along his nerves was quickly turning into a fire. It might have been a good thing that Amanda
had gotten up to go back to the kitchen area because he knew is she was still sitting there he'd
be pawing at her. That would only piss her off if she wasn't in the mood to play. There was no
moving the woman when her mind was set on something, it was one of the things he normally
loved but right now it didn't seem like such a good trait.
Something fell into his lap and Will started a little at the unexpected touch. When his eyes
opened he saw, resting over his growing erection, pink and purple lace. It made him frown but he
picked it up, the lace was attached to silk which was cut high on the side and tapered to a
lean
thong line. His breath caught in his throat at the warmth still held in the silk as he turned
Amanda's panties around in his hands.
"Oh, gods." He groaned and glanced up to see Amanda standing a little behind him, grinning evilly. "You were wearing these?"
She nodded, leaning on the back of his seat.
"Mrs. Sullivan were you planning on seducing me?"
She just shrugged. They were his favorite pair of panties and she'd worn them with seduction in
mind.
"Are you being mean to me? Cause you know, it's horrible to kick a man when he's down." Not that he'd complain about taking her still warm panties into the small bathroom later. He never
claimed not to be a kinky bastard and anything that touched her skin became an erotic artifact to
him.
She moved around the seat and came to their row. She'd let her hair loose and kicked off her
shoes with the panties. "Now, Mr. Sullivan, are you saying I'm mean?"
Will's breath stopped as she leaned over him. "Only if you want me to." He whispered out, watching her hand reach toward him. Then he watched it reach past him to the seat's controls.
The slender fingers pressed the right button and both seats reclined back.
She shrugged and started to gather up the hem of her skirt. "I think I'm being very nice." The feel of her husband's eyes on her legs made her smile brightly. When the skirt was hiked up high
enough she slid forward to straddle Will's lap.
He crushed the panties in his hand and groaned as she settled, totally bare under the skirt,
across his groin. "Oh, mercy, very, very nice. Nicest woman in the whole universe, oh." This was her game and he'd happily let her play it. "What about them?" He managed to ask, not caring if Ichi and Rye emerged from the bathroom and found them but unsure if Ichi would survive.
She shook out her curls and let them shower down over Will. "They're going to be busy for a
while but, Will, so are you."
"Oh, thank you, Lady, thank you." He prayed until his lips were busy kissing his wife.
Vibe showers weren't Ichi's first choice any more. Sure they got a body cleaned off and dry and
they were efficient and fast but it lacked the raw pleasure of a hot water shower. For him it was
just a preference but for Rye, the vibe showers actually bordered on painful. The tickling,
