Rekka no Love by Fire Child

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"Ah, man!" Ryo punched his pillow in frustration. He craved something, but he didn’t know what. It wasn’t food, and wasn’t going out and girl-watching as most of his non-Ronin friends did, although that last idea was pretty close. He noticed a rip in the pillow through which pillow stuffing was leaking. "Damnit."

"Ryo?" It was Sai. "Ryo, what’s wrong?"

"Nothing’s wrong, Sai. I just ripped one of the pillows." Sai snorted.

"And you call that nothing? Mia will have your hide!" As Sai left, Ryo realized that what he’d been craving all along was none other than Sai himself, the soft-spoken water-powered Ronin that the rest of the guys teasingly called Galahad for his respectful, chivalrous ways with girls, and, to some extent, everyone.

"What’s going on here? I want him, but: a) He’s a fellow male, b) He’s my friend, and c) The natures of our respective armors are polar to each other. Damn!" Ryo went downstairs to get a new pillow, and was greeted by sounds of arguing Ronins.

"I won that game fair an’ square, Kento!"

"Not! I won and you know it, Rowen! You just can’t deal with the fact that I am the undisputed king of Tekken!"

"You wish! I can beat both of you with my eyes closed!"

"Bug off, Yuli. We’re havin’ a sophisticated d’scussion he’ah."

"Sophisticated as a pack of hungry wolves, Rowen."

"C’mere, y’liddle bastid!"

"Little! I’m seventeen! Rrgh! I’ll show YOU who’s little!" Ryo chuckled.

"Typical. How long do you intend to keep this up, anyway?" The response was a three-man bellow.

"AS LONG AS WE NEED TO!"

"Yeesh. Okay, squabble all you want to." Sai suddenly dashed out of the living room in ‘full retreat’ mode, saying,

"Thanks, Ryo. I was just about to think of some really barmy scheme to get out of there. Glad you gave me a better excuse." Sage left also, just as hastily, but with his normal cool composure intact. Ryo heard Rowen’s merry chuckle.

"Theah goes the original Ice Prince. Why’d he leave so soon?"

"Beats me. More room for us! Hey, gimme that, Yuli!"

"Not on your life! I wanna play!" Ryo grinned, trying to stay nonchalant.

"When did he turn into a teenager? Seems like just yesterday he was a little kid." In the chaotic living room, White Blaze, bored almost witless, wurfled noncommittally before curling up and promptly falling asleep. Rowen left off arguing with Kento long enough to grin and comment,

"Theah’s a cat who knows how ta spend a Saturday aftanoon." Kento handed over the controller to Yuli before heading upstairs. "Looks like he’s goin’ ta follow White Blaze’s example." Sai looked a bit apprehensive.

"What is it, Sai?" He jerked, startled, and then quickly stammered,

"N-nothing, Ryo. It’s just that Kento’s snoring is going to rattle the house. He snores like a walrus." Ryo easily saw through the flimsy excuse.

"What’s the REAL deal, Sai? Don’t give me that hunted deer look." Then, searching for the most ridiculous reason possible in hopes of securing a laugh from the jumpy Englishman, he asked, "What, do you want to go to bed with me or something?" Sai’s response gave him a jolt, soft as it was.

"Yes, Ryo. That is exactly what I want." Ryo’s jaw fell. Here was this beautiful boy, the very object of his desires, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear.

"Sai, I cannot tell a lie. The reason I was frustrated this morning was that I want you as much as you want me. Maybe more." I can’t BELIEVE I just said that! Out loud, however, he said, "Good grief, Sai! Did you just come out? Because I sure did!" A shy smile was flashed, and they made their getaway. Rowen looked up from beating Yuli at Tekken and remarked,

"Hey, we lost our audience. Guess they d’cided ta do as Kento did and went ta take a nap."

"S’ok." In Ryo’s room, however, something very different was happening. Both Ryo and Sai had shed their subarmor and were in regular street clothes, without shoes. Ryo made the first move, reaching out and pulling Sai down onto the bed before removing his belt and unzipping the fly of his jeans. He shucked the stiff denim off of the smaller boy with only minimal trouble, then removed his shirt in the same easy manner. Sai removed Ryo’s shirt and pants with more trouble, but he got them off in the end. They were left in only boxers, white tiger-striped for Ryo, dolphin-print for Sai. The water Ronin then began his ministrations, kissing Ryo firmly on the lips before tracing a line of kisses from lips to throat to navel, then closing his lips about the small opening and stabbing his tongue briefly inside.

"NNNnnn." Ryo marshaled the last of his departing wits and wriggled out of his boxers, allowing his would-be lover a better view.

"Wow." Sai then turned his attentions to Ryo’s suntanned, well-muscled chest, seizing one of the dark nipples in his mouth and working at it with lips, tongue, and teeth. He played with the other one awhile with his hand before switching.

"Mmm…Sai…"

"Shh, Ryo. You’ll get your turn." Sai’s attention turned to Ryo’s lower body, and before the fire-powered Ronin could say anything, he felt damp warmth engulf his shaft.

"Ohh… keep going…please…" Instead, Sai pulled back and announced,

"Your turn." Cinnamon hands played over Sai’s bare chest, tugging at his nipples, feeling the sleek musculature restrained by porcelain skin, flickering in between Sai’s legs. "Nnn." Ryo only paused to memorize the look of the delicate, almost pretty face beneath his own before bending his head to come level with Sai’s nipples and eagerly suckling first one, then the other, as the water-loving Britisher moaned in a seemingly exquisite blend of pain and pleasure. Taking his clues from how good everything Sai had done to him and for him had felt, Ryo performed a mirror image of the attention that had left him breathless before dodging his face around Sai’s newly exposed rod and nibbling and tasting the soft skin of his inner thighs. "Ryo…please…"

"Yes?" The answer was as firm as Sai could manage.

"Take me, Ryo. Take me now." Ryo drew back as Sai spread his legs for easier access. "Where is it?" It took Ryo a little while to figure out what ‘it’ was.

"It’s on the table. Wait, I’ll get it." Slick fingers teased at the hidden pucker between Sai’s legs, slow and deliberate. Sai tried to protest that Ryo was going too slow, but was stopped by the stretchy-sore feeling of being entered. Ryo eased himself into his lover, but a quarter of the way in, the easy, slow push became a quick, hungry lunge.

"NNNnnnn…..mmh…ohh….Ryo…" The thrusts came harder and faster. Tiger-blue eyes met sea-green ones, glazed by passion, then looked away, both bodies finding an intense rhythm that perfectly matched the pattern of Ryo’s thrusts. The honey-colored body moving above, yet in tandem with, Sai’s own did so with an unconscious erotic grace that completely eradicated any control Sai might have had left, and he came with a soft cry, semen spilling against Ryo’s flat stomach, and buried his face, flushed with sweat, in the hollow between Ryo’s neck and shoulder. This was completely too much for Ryo, and he came shortly after with a gasping moan, emptying into his lover before collapsing on top of him. They lay like that for some time, still joined together, but too drained to do more than pant. After a while, they regained enough energy and cleaned themselves and the bed up. "Same time next week?"

"It’s a date."

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