keep it just between us
-"Liquid Diamonds," Tori Amos

The panties were pink. Pink satin panties with decorative leg openings, bakini cut to sit below the waist and just above the pubic bone, barely meant to cover one’s ass. They were tight and cool against the skin, slick and slippery over the butt. A bit too small and not covering his ass cheeks completely so that they peeked out on either side with no modesty. His bulge in front seemed enormous by the way the thin satin material defined its silhouette, and a dark tuft of hair showed over the waistband. Shigure was leering at him. It made him feel angry, stupid, embarrassed, and sexy. Very sexy.

The panties were Shigure’s. Hatori wouldn’t dare ask where they had come from; it was an answer he was probably much better off not knowing. It had been Shigure’s suggestion for Hatori to wear them. He had been denying the lecherous dog for months now, but at last he had given in, tired of fighting and curious as to what he could get out of this. Hatori was easily seduced, they all knew this. His icy exterior hid a fiery hunger beneath, and that hunger gave the dragon an insatiable curiosity when it came to sexual appetite. So they were alone now in Hatori’s house, in Hatori’s bedroom, where no one but they would know what had transpired here. No one had to know that the stolid doctor had compromised his dignity for Shigure’s enjoyment. Or that, in the end, he had wanted to.

"You look sexy," Shigure told him around his grin, standing a good eight feet away from him and not coming any closer. He just stood and admired his lover for a moment, in love with the way Hatori stood with his arms crossed as if he were bored, hair falling over his nearly blind eye and gleaming in the candlelight. Shigure had filled the room with candles, always strictly adhering to the seductive magic candlelight could add to the atmosphere. The entire room glowed and flickered with orange light and sleepy shadows, and Hatori’s nearly naked body was painted with them – light falling across his shoulders and down his chest, shadow deepening the hard lines of his abdomen and hipbones. The panties clung to his groin, which appeared to be more awake than asleep, but if the undergarment was turning him on he would never admit. Shigure chose to believe they were, since seeing Hatori in them turned him on like nothing had in a long while. He drank up the sight of him, imagining before doing the way his hands would touch that perfect body and the way his lips would taste it.

"I would be more comfortable if you took your clothes off," Hatori commented dryly, acting as though he were in his normal clothes and this were a normal position for him to be in. Shigure’s grin was lopsided, which made him look even sleazier, a hard feat to manage since he was dressed in a black suit and looked like he almost had a life. He’d just come from a late meeting with his editor and Hatori vaguely wondered if Shigure had gotten the panties from her.

"Patience, my dear Ha-chan," Shigure purred, even as he was shedding his suit jacket to the floor and coming toward him. Shigure almost always called him "Ha-chan" during sex. He thought it was cute. Hatori thought it was ridiculous, but he let him do it because Shigure was ridiculous most of the time. This was ridiculous. But . . . here he was.

Instinctively Hatori backed away from his advance, the hungry, almost predatory gleam in Shigure’s eyes warning him of danger to come. His bare back was met with the feel of a rice paper wall, and he pressed his palms against the bamboo beams to keep himself from walking right back through it. Shigure placed his hands on either side of Hatori’s head, and though he was a few inches shorter – four, to be exact – he met Hatori’s eyes with a fierce stare that made the taller man shrink away.

"I feel like I don’t get to indulge your sexiness enough," Shigure told him, caressing his cheek with gentle fingertips. He pushed the hair from Hatori’s eyes, tracing his thumb across his eyebrow. Hatori closed his eyes instinctively, then felt Shigure’s warm breath against his lips, sweetened by green tea, before tasting it in his kiss. The kiss was seductive, luring him out as Shigure’s hands brushed down his chest and around his waist, slipping over his satin wrapped butt and massaging the exposed curve of each cheek. Hatori moaned into the kiss, pressing his hips against Shigure’s, able to feel through the layers of fabric how turned on he was. It always gave him a bizarre sense of happiness to know he turned Shigure on. Giving him the control and relinquishing all sense of it for himself made him feel safe; Hatori knew that when he was with Shigure and Shigure was in control, he could do nothing wrong. There was no way he could hurt Shigure if Shigure were in control. Ever since that night when he had taken control, Hatori had been wanting to lose it again.

The kiss was heated, their tongues fighting for domination, their lips grappling for command. Shigure held Hatori’s hips against him by digging his fingers into his ass, making harsh circles around his ass cheeks. Hatori responded by going to unzip Shigure’s slacks, wanting to feel his hard cock rubbing against his satin sheathed arousal, but Shigure took hold of his wrist and stopped him, pulling away with a luxurious suck.

"Nuh-uhn. Ha-chan doesn’t get to touch me."

Hatori frowned deeply, but didn’t ask why. He wasn’t sure what kind of game Shigure wanted to play, and though it made him a tad nervous, he knew in the end it would be quite pleasurable for the both of them. Shigure was an excellent lover, either because Hatori and Ayame had taught him well or because he had a natural talent.

So Hatori relented, sating himself by threading his fingers through Shigure’s hair and deepening the next kiss with brutal force, their teeth clacking together and their saliva building. They memorized the contours of each other’s mouths, Shigure tickling the roof of Hatori’s mouth and simultaneously linking an arm around his neck to pull him into a full embrace, their bodies pressed so hard and close together not an inch of space remained between them. Hatori was groaning in lust, rubbing his crotch against Shigure’s as hard as he could, already able to feel the way the satin clung to his cock as he grew harder and needier. The fabric suddenly felt damp and warm on his skin, almost an irritation but very much an added turn on.

When Hatori broke the kiss for air, he arched his throat, exposing himself for more attention from Shigure’s mouth. Shigure eagerly complied, attacking the exposed skin with lips and tongue and teeth, breathing so heavily he was almost gasping. Hatori turned him on so damn much, but this was more than anything Shigure’s perverted little mind could ask for. Hatori was more responsive than normal, rubbing against him with absolute agitation, his hips bucking forward and then spiraling around. He now had his hands on Shigure’s ass, squeezing and pulling him forward for leverage.

"Ah . . . beautiful, frisky Ha-chan," he purred, his lips sloppy and uncoordinated on his lover’s throat, his eyes glazed to the point where all he could see was sex. "Do you want me?"

Hatori grunted as Shigure’s teeth sank into his shoulder. ". . . Yes." His head lolled to the left, his mouth and nose nuzzling into Shigure’s hair as the other man kissed and nibbled at the cleft of his arm.

Shigure purred again, running his tongue seductively over Hatori’s shoulder, opening his eyes to meet his beautiful lover’s. "Do you want me bad?"

Hatori wasn’t one for sex talk, but to indulge Shigure he would try almost anything. He was wearing panties, after all. ". . . Yes."

Shigure purred once more, this time deeper, and he dipped his head lower to lick the sweat from one dark nipple. Hatori’s thrusts had slowed, and even though he was no longer pressed against Shigure he still moved his hips in needy little circles, his erection agitated by the restriction of hot satin. He shivered as Shigure flicked his tongue over his nipple, alternating between serpentine flickers and harsh, bruising sucks.

"How bad do you want me?" he whispered after a moment, licking a path to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment.

Hatori watched him, hands in his hair, kneading Shigure’s scalp and trying to direct him in how he wanted to be touched. Shigure’s hands were on his hips, moving from front to back, one second caressing his hips then the next on his ass again.

". . . Bad." His good sense told him to feel ridiculous, but his body was telling him otherwise. Shigure’s voice was husky and thick with wanting him, his mouth was exquisite, his teeth a delicious pain.

Shigure started down Hatori’s stomach, going to his knees. His hands took hold of Hatori’s waist and pulled him closer, his tongue laving over those hard lines filled with sweat and shadow. He oozed sensuality, so lean and perfect, and he smelled like a man, his musky scent wafting up through the tight panties.

"Mmm... Ha-chan..." Shigure dipped his tongue into Hatori’s tight naval and for a moment pretended it was his asshole. "How bad do you want me? ‘Bad’ is redundant."

Shigure was so close to where he needed attention, only making the ache worse with his proximity. Hatori leaned his head back against the wall, his lower half thrust out and angled for Shigure to work on his washboard abs. Hatori couldn’t think of anything good to say. Sex wasn’t meant for thinking. Sex was for doing.

"I . . . want you . . ."

Shigure ran his lips up the V of his groin, his eyes looking up into Hatori’s expectantly. Fuck, he was sexy with his hair all messed up and his eyes dark and glassy with passion. "Yes...?"

"I want you . . ."

Shigure pulled away and watched him, brows raised as he waited.

Hatori frowned. "I want you to shut up and get on with it."

Shigure rolled his eyes, then leaned forward and nipped the seam of Hatori’s thigh a little too hard, making him jerk away and scowl. "You’re no fun, Ha-chan."

"I’m wearing these ridiculous panties, aren’t I? Don’t ask for too much, Shigure, or you will get nothing."

Shigure smirked, murmuring, "Yes, sir," complacently before nosing at the fringe of dark curls that peeked just above the waistband of Hatori’s pink knickers. He hummed with pleasure, pushing the elastic down onto Hatori’s stiffness as he revealed more dark curls and thick scent. He had a sea-like smell, tepid and salty, rather calming and surreal. Shigure slipped his tongue inside, tasting that tepid and salty smell with his tongue tip, and grinning when he felt Hatori respond. He pulled away and bent lower, prying open the left leg opening to reveal a dark, distended testicle. Breathing against it, Shigure flicked his tongue out again, testing Hatori’s reactions. Hatori sighed and shifted his hips, trying to free everything that was held trapped by the binding underwear. But Shigure pressed forward, burying his mouth and nose in the opening and against Hatori’s sac, working his lips against his damp skin and lapping the exposed testicle with long, sensuous strokes. His lover moaned, fingers working through his hair with the same passionate rhythm as Shigure’s tongue.

"Mn..." Shigure moaned into Hatori’s crotch, sucking on his testicle then lapping up underneath it. "Ha-chan tastes so good . . ."

Hatori gasped, Shigure’s lips making the satin seem all the tighter and rougher against his skin. He was so hot, and he felt so wet, but all he could do was clutch at Shigure’s hair and moan softly, twitching his hips in silent desperation. He wasn’t about to plead out loud, however. His dignity had been compromised enough.

Shigure pulled away, licking the salt taste from his lips, and he smiled at Hatori’s groin, placing his hand over the tight bulge and kneading it carefully.

"All wet," he murmured, nosing the damp fabric, then licking across it. The satin was smooth against his tongue, and tasted like Hatori. Shigure took hold of his hips and sucked at his erection through the panties, making the damp spot in the front of the underwear larger and wetter with his tongue and mouth. Hatori pulled fitfully at Shigure’s hair, then let one hand wander up his body, touching himself with languid strokes, tracing the path of his own muscles as the blood pounded through his veins and made him burn with desire.

When Shigure glanced up and beheld his lover touching himself with a look of delirium on his face, eyes closed and mouth hanging open as he took shallow breaths, he smiled to himself and stood up, pulling Hatori’s face to his for a deep kiss before leading him away from the wall. To the center of the room they went, where there stood a narrow, floor length mirror Shigure had requested Hatori pull out earlier. Shigure had bought the mirror himself and given it to Hatori, and at the time the doctor had no idea what he was supposed to do with it. He wasn’t vain and didn’t see a need for it as he had a perfectly good mirror that served its purpose elsewhere in his house. He finally understood what was on Shigure’s lascivious mind when the dog had called earlier and told him to get the mirror out. And sure enough he’d been right -- Shigure pulled him in front of the mirror and stood behind him as they both faced it. He wrapped his arms around Hatori’s waist, beneath his arms, and kissed his neck and shoulders, all the while looking into the mirror and asking Hatori to look as he touched him, to look as he kissed him.

"Look at yourself, Ha-chan," he was saying as he ran his hands across Hatori’s stomach, skirting the edge of the panties and tickling the V of his pelvis. "Look at how beautiful you are. Look at how fucking sexy you are." He pressed his mouth close to Hatori’s ear, and with his smoky eyes locked to Hatori’s dazed, olive eyes in the mirror, he whispered in a hot breath, "Don’t you just wanna fuck yourself?"

Hatori blinked with shock and tensed, but Shigure held him tight, protecting him with his embrace as he stopped touching him and just held him. He kept his gaze in the mirror, his smirk both gentle and seductive. "Do you ever wonder what you look like when you come? You’re beautiful, Ha-chan. Fucking gorgeous."

Hatori swallowed nervously, leaning back into Shigure more to get away from his own reflection than for comfort or encouragement. "Shigure," he murmured anxiously, somewhat bewildered by his lover’s words. Shigure placed a small kiss at the nape of his neck then pulled away, hands reaching up to unbutton his shirt. Hatori watched him in the mirror, afraid to turn around and not sure why. Shigure’s eyes held him mesmerized, his smile like pure sex. In fact, Shigure was like the embodiment of Sex itself as he let his shirt flutter to the floor and land in a sad heap. He undid his slacks and let them slide down his legs, and Hatori wasn’t surprised to see he was wearing nothing underneath. Shigure stepped out of the pile of rumpled clothes and came toward him, his hard-on pressing into Hatori’s ass with insistent firmness. To think just seeing him in panties could turn him on this much. Hatori couldn’t remember Shigure ever being this hard, with his cock straining painfully against his abdomen, swollen and dark and greedy-wet.

Hatori leaned into him again as his arms snaked around him, one hand fondling his crotch, still refusing him release. The other hand slid up and down his torso, and his lips concerned themselves with his back, kisses burning paths across his strong shoulders. Hatori was lean and rigid, slight but perfectly made. He was an Adonis, bright and blinding. He saw now how the pink satin panties clung to his hips, the way they emphasized his hip-bones and the muscles there, the dark damp spot where Shigure’s mouth had sucked and his own precome had leaked. He watched Shigure in the mirror as he touched him, watched his body’s own reactions to the touch. He saw himself twitch and he saw himself relax, his muscles tense, his chest move. Even in the candlelight he could see how flushed his skin was, gleaming with quiet radiance from lust induced sweat. His nipples were hard, swollen, dark and aching. He guided Shigure’s left hand up to graze across one turgid nub as he turned his face to the right and met Shigure’s mouth, sharing a wet, open-mouthed kiss that screamed of hunger. He wanted his lover so badly. He was ready to stop this game.

Shigure, however, was still wanting to play. Pinching and twisting the sensitive flesh of Hatori’s right nipple with his left hand and roughly massaging the hot stiffness between his legs with the other, he took Hatori’s kisses with great passion, thrusting his hips into Hatori’s ass and dampening the backside of the panties with his own precome. Their tongues twisted and tangled, their lips suckled and caressed, and their bodies melded together with sweat and want. Hatori placed his hands over Shigure’s, almost to the breaking point, thinking if Shigure didn’t fuck him soon he would come regardless, forced to orgasm from sheer need. He lifted his arms to touch Shigure’s head, the kiss breaking as Shigure went back to his neck again. Hatori opened his eyes just enough to see his reflection in the mirror, and he could not deny that he posed quite a sight, his arms over his head and his body tense and wanton. He sighed through his kiss-swollen lips, arched his body against his lover’s as he felt the handsome dog nip him with his teeth and squeeze his painful erection in both hands.

Hatori’s eyes narrowed, his brows knitting with desperation as he sobbed Shigure’s name. Shigure smiled against his skin, loving that sound, the sound of stoic Ha-san breaking under his pressure. He put his lips to Hatori’s ear again, and whispered, "You want me to fuck you now, precious?"

Hatori grimaced, thinking if he didn’t come soon he would die. He wanted Shigure. He wanted to feel him inside him. He wanted to feel him thrusting, wanted to feel him stretching him open, wanted to feel his orgasm, wanted to feel him lose control.

"Yes!" he gasped hoarsely, twisting his head to meet Shigure’s lips, but he barely caught them before Shigure pulled away with a smirk, tempting him, torturing him.

Shigure rubbed his crotch faster, the wet satin unbearable now. Hatori pumped his groin restlessly against Shigure’s hand, reaching behind him to pull on Shigure’s slick cock. He grunted and gave in to Hatori’s touches for a moment, leaning against him as his hand slid up and down in a clumsy rhythm, squeezing him tight in his grip. But then he pulled away, his hands and his body and his heat and his sex disappeared, and Hatori started to turn to follow him, but Shigure turned him around and told him to stay put, his voice testy. Still aching with frustration, Hatori appeased himself by rubbing his own crotch, not pulling his cock out from the binding panties just yet because he wanted to see Shigure do it. He wanted to see Shigure’s hands on his blood-swollen erection, playing with his foreskin and stroking its length. He closed his eyes as his mind wandered, his hand mindlessly rubbing and fondling the bulge between his thighs.

Shigure was pleased to see Hatori playing with himself, and he watched him for a while, drinking in the sight as he loved to so often do. Sometimes he never touched his lovers; sometimes he only watched them touch themselves, eventually touching himself for relief or even not touching himself at all. Sometimes he would just wait until they climaxed, letting his balls and cock throb, tempting them into sucking him off. Hatori wasn’t fond of giving head, but nevertheless he was good at giving it.

"You don’t have to do that anymore, Ha-chan," Shigure chided softly as he took Hatori’s wrists and pulled his hands away from his erection. Hatori groaned, half with protest and half with relief, then his eyes flew open in surprise as he felt something clamp over his wrists. Handcuffs.

"Shigure!" A direct protest, but Shigure only smiled and kissed the soft skin of Hatori’s forearms, sliding his hands down his lover’s hips and thighs.

"Don’t worry, pretty sea horsie," Shigure murmured sweetly as he nuzzled his nose against Hatori’s satin covered ass. "It’s okay."

Hatori wasn’t so sure about that. He knew Shigure would never hurt him, but he had never had so little control before. Now he was completely helpless, handcuffed and demeaned and forced to watch it all. He closed his eyes, unable to look anymore, and felt Shigure pulling the back of the panties down with his teeth, letting the elastic hook beneath his firm ass cheeks. Hatori’s ass, like the rest of his body, was perfectly sculpted, with hollow dips on each side and rounded cheeks. Shigure licked the cleft of his ass, slipping his tongue inside before prying his cheeks apart and licking circles around his tight opening. Hatori couldn’t help but give in, his shoulders sagging a little as shivers of pleasure fluttered up his spine with each flick of Shigure’s tongue. His eyes were clouding over to the point where he couldn’t see, and now he couldn’t even touch himself to relieve the pressure building in his balls. Shigure was wicked, his tongue was wicked, penetrating him and licking him, and his cock was wicked, pressed to Hatori’s calf and rubbing hard against his leg to give Shigure relief that Hatori couldn’t find.

He groaned out, swiveling his hips so that the satin rubbed and clung to his throbbing cock and gave him the smallest bit of relief. He opened his eyes and saw himself now, his hips moving in slow circles, his cock almost visible through the translucent fabric that was soaked with sweat and precome, and Shigure behind him on his knees, thick cock pressing into his leg as he tongue-fucked his ass. Hatori was at the breaking point. He couldn’t stand it anymore.

"Shigure!" he cried, knotting his hands in his lover’s black hair and pulling hard. "Fuck me, goddammit!"

Shigure’s snort of laughter was irritating, but it felt good against his ass. He pulled away and placed small, complacent kisses on the small of Hatori’s back before standing up and wrapping his arms around him again.

Hatori leaned back into him fully, meeting his mouth, hungry, starving. Shigure already had the lube in hand, was anointing his fingers as he kissed his sexy Ha-chan, was pressing those fingers between them and into Hatori’s ass, hooking them and scissoring them, stretching him and wetting him. Hatori writhed, clenching his muscles and gasping for him to push harder, stretch farther, and fuck him, fuck him, fuck him. Shigure had never seen him so desperate for attention, so desperate to be fucked. He loved it. His perverted little mind was having the thrill of its life, making Ha-san beg to be fucked.

Shigure slicked his cock, letting Hatori feel the slick press of it into his back before he pushed it between his ass cheeks and just let it rest there, thrusting his hips against the grip of Hatori’s crack. The other man was livid. He tugged on his restraints, working his wrists in the handcuffs and getting nothing. He wanted Shigure inside him all the way. He wanted to stop this teasing. He wanted to be filled.

"Shigure," he sobbed hopelessly, head falling back onto Shigure’s shoulder. "Please . . ."

Shigure smiled, and this time his smile was not wicked, lewd, or anything of the like. He turned Hatori’s face toward him, kissed him tenderly, and murmured, "Alright."

Hatori almost sighed with relief, relief as Shigure took hold of his cock and guided it inside him, relief as he felt his body giving to the pressure of his lover’s entrance, relief as he felt him settle inside, so deep inside, with his balls pressed full against his ass and his hands on his stomach. They stood in each other’s embrace, Shigure with his arms around Hatori’s waist and Hatori with his arms bound around Shigure, trapping him in his own trap. He watched in the mirror as Shigure pulled the panties down and freed his erection at last, letting it pop out and into his damp hand. So hard and swollen, smeared with the results of his desperation, the head peeking out a dark, ruddy color. Shigure hummed with satisfaction at the sight, stroking it as Hatori watched, resting almost comfortably agaisnt Shigure’s chest, even with his wrists handcuffed behind him. He left the panties just beneath his cramped balls, and Hatori started to understand the beauty that Shigure had talked about. But it wasn’t just him, it was both of them, the way Shigure was looking at him, their eyes meeting in the mirror to share a hazy look of lust and love. Shigure’s hand on his hard-on, Shigure buried full inside him, Shigure’s wide eyes the color of warmth and comfort.

Hatori looked away from the mirror and turned his head so that he could look into Shigure’s eyes directly, and they looked the same, but were overpowering close up. Hatori closed his eyes and pressed his face into Shigure’s throat, moving his hips gently, wanting to feel the movement of his lover inside him. Shigure kissed him sweetly as he started to move, undulating his body in gentle waves, sliding slowly in and out as he continued to pump Hatori’s slick erection with one hand. The other hand held Hatori’s face as they kissed, and for a moment time slowed down as the lovers stood there before the mirror, in the candlelight that cast their bodies in shadow and luster.

Hatori, unable to touch Shigure back, rubbed his hands against his lover’s ass, trying to dig his fingers in as best he could. The pace was so gentle, and as Hatori opened his eyes to look into the mirror once again, his head at an angle as Shigure’s mouth left his to latch onto the base of his throat, he could see how erotic they looked together, the way Shigure moved his body, to the beat of a distant ocean tide, riding the waves where they took him. Hatori’s eyes hazed over more, and he began moving along with Shigure, undulating his body to meet with Shigure’s, and they moved together in rhythm, their heartbeats -- their blood -- roaring like the waves. Slowly they sped up, watching each other in the mirror, Shigure’s hand squeezing Hatori’s cock and the other sliding up and down his torso, spreading his sweat across his flushed skin. They watched and they moved, against and into and onto, mouths slack and lips swollen as they breathed out their pleasure, eyes black as ocean ravines, wet and filled with mystery. Faster they moved, creating tempests against each other, their breath the wind the deeper they breathed, the harder they breathed. Hatori had to close his eyes, the storm about to break the calm, gasping Shigure’s name as he fucked him closer and closer to orgasm.

"Oh, god . . ." He moved faster, his hands twitched wanting to grab onto Shigure, wanting to grab his cock as it grew tighter with impending release. Their bodies slid together like boats sloshing on the waves, and Shigure’s hips rocking into him was so gloriously sensuous Hatori was lost, lost in the roar and the waves, barely able to hear Shigure as he whispered, "Open your eyes . . . watch . . ."

He did as he was told, rocked harder by his lover’s thrusts, by the feel of sinewy hips pumping into his backside, and he saw his face the moment before orgasm, the desperate look of euphoria in his eyes, Shigure’s name as it formed on his tongue, and he saw his muscles tense as his cock jerked and he came, exploding from Shigure’s hand and across his stomach. Thick, white, like ocean foam, salty sea tide, trickling down his abdomen, following the curve of each muscle as it trickled into his dark pubic hair. He didn’t think his orgasm would stop, he didn’t want it to stop.

He was unaware of when Shigure released him and undid his handcuffs, but suddenly his arms were free and felt incredibly sore from being forced into that position for so long. Shigure was smearing his semen across his stomach as he continued to sway into him, smearing it down over his cock and tugging it gently as he sought out his own orgasm. Hatori knew he couldn’t be far from it, as he usually came first, so he helped him along by smearing his milky release over his chest and stomach as well, asking Shigure to watch, holding his eyes in the mirror. He lifted one hand to his mouth and traced a finger across his bottom lip, coating it in translucent come, pleased with the way Shigure’s eyes clouded over as his brow knit with frustration. Hatori raised the same finger to Shigure’s lips and coated his as well, before slipping it inside his mouth and letting him suck the semen off. Shigure closed his eyes and bit down on Hatori’s finger, grunting around the salty digit before letting his slippery hands slide back onto Hatori’s hips, where he took a firm grip and pumped relentlessly into his lover’s willing body. Hatori bent at the waist and gripped onto the mirror for leverage, still loving the way Shigure felt inside him, the way he moved inside, the way he took him. And with Hatori bent over, Shigure could now see how he looked when he was taking him, when he was fucking him from behind, and he watched himself, entranced, slowing down to slide in and out of the hot grip with long, deliberate strokes.

"Ha-chan . . . oh god . . . oh . . . fuck . . ."

Hatori’s face was no less wanton or euphoric, and as their eyes met one last time in the mirror, Shigure tensed and then came, pumping in and out of Hatori as he released himself inside him, shuddering and moaning with complete abandon and never once losing his rhythm.

Hatori’s legs were about to give out, his thighs quivering from the added weight of Shigure on top of him, spent and not quite willing to pull out just yet. But then he suddenly removed himself with an odd whimper, and immediately pulled Hatori upright, leading him to the futon against the wall. Hatori was all too eager to lay down and rest a moment, the panties still rather immodestly rolled around his thighs. He pulled them off and tossed them aside, again idly wondering where they had come from. Shigure had disappeared as soon as Hatori hit the futon, and he looked around the room for him, suddenly worried. But then his lover returned with a damp towel, and he knelt beside him and took great care in cleaning him off, the towel warm but leaving his skin chilled.

When he was finished Shigure smiled and leaned over him. "Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?"

Hatori scowled and wouldn’t say, instead turning his face away and shivering just a little. Shigure pulled the blanket up over him and kissed him like he would a five year old being tucked into bed. Hatori didn’t exactly appreciate the treatment, but he was tired and wasn’t going to argue.

"Pretty Ha-san," Shigure said fondly, sweeping the damp hair from his forehead. "Go to sleep."

"What are you going to do?"

Shigure held up a pack of cigarettes and smirked before reaching in to remove a stick. "I’ll be right behind you."

Hatori stared at him a moment, thoughtful and quiet as always, wondering just what had brought this little romp on anyway. But he didn’t give it much thought as he was asleep before he could.

Shigure sat there on the edge of the bed and lit his cigarette, staring around the room and the candles all lit for the soul purpose of paying homage to Ha-san. It was the first time they’d had sex since Kana had left. He wasn’t sure, but he thought maybe he had helped to ease Hatori’s mind a little bit. He noticed as Hatori rolled over in his sleep, his face was calm, not marred by the lines of worry and distress that had been marking his sleeping face for months now. Shigure stroked his fingers down Hatori’s smooth flank, his eyes filled with admiration and empathy. He put out his cigarette and crawled under the covers with the dragon, snuggling up next to him and closing his eyes.

 

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i guess i'm an underwater thing so i
guess i can't take it personally
i guess i'm an underwater thing
i'm liquid running
there's a sea secret in me
it's plain to see it is rising
but i must be flowing liquid diamonds
-"Liquid Diamonds," Tori Amos