Inevitable Circumstances

Pairing: Sakyo x Toguro
Rating: Yaoi, Lemon & Canon
Summary: A oneshot PWP fic

Side note: If you are familiar with the Dark Tournament episodes, this one picks up in Sakyo's private room, I wanted to do something a little different concerning these two and I hope I succeeded. R&R please.

Disclaimer: This obviously never happened or I wouldn't have written this canon and I don't own either of them.

Toguro stood up, placing the empty glass of ice on the counter then said slipping on his coat. "I don't know, Sakyo. You're not skilled to do what we do."

"Obviously. But as partners during this tournament, it would be unwise of me not to offer what I can to help beat Urameshi's team." He stated finally turning around from the window and faced the taller guy.

Toguro thought a moment then smirked a little and said walking over to him. "Sounds to me like there's more to this than you're telling me. What is the price you'd be willing to submit in order to be our fifth member?"

Sakyo studied the well defined man coming towards him, then answered as Toguro stopped three inches away. "Whatever means necessary. I've been a man of high stakes for years. So, of course. This would be no different."

The taller one chuckled then firmly gripped Sakyo's chin and said lifting it. "My rules apply, then. Agreed?"

He only nodded trying to hide his uneasiness. Something that he knew was in vain, around someone like the younger Toguro.

"Good. How then should we play this?" He asked looking downwards. Sakyo's image perfectly saturating the dark mirrored sunglasses.

He replied simply. "For now, no holds barred."

Toguro smirked again then said. "My kind of game." And pinned the dark haired man to the wall left of the wide window. He bent down and roughly ran his tongue along Sakyo's jawline then straight up to his ear, whispering. "I think I might just have to enjoy myself while I have the chance."

Sakyo moaned at the sound of the deep husky voice. It played havoc on his nerves and other undefined areas. The feeling of another man's tongue on his skin sent erotic impulses to places that he'd only reserved for the ladies.

Toguro moved backwards and proceeded to remove the long coat until Sakyo stopped him. Seconds later. the material slowly inched it's way off the muscular broad shoulders. He took the time to study and revel in the physique that stood before him. Well defined, tight muscles rippled across the firm broad chest.

He'd always been in awe over seeing Toguro's body. Even in his other form. The pleasure he was getting now from being this close, went beyond fascination. It was more like lust. He spoke running a hand across the well formed pecks. "Such a perfect body. It must have been painstakingly difficult to properly master. This technique of yours."

Toguro nodded once but said nothing. As the feeling of Sakyo's gentle hands permeated his senses, until he couldn't wait any longer and grabbed him having them both on the floor instantly.

"Not so fast. You know what happens when you give in fully to your chosen technique." Sakyo said suddenly.

Toguro laughed a little then said pulling off the shirt Sakyo wore without hesitation. "This is what you wanted. Your way of becoming our fifth member. Don't you still want that?"

"Yes. But not at the expense of getting myself ripped apart, Toguro."

"Fine. Then we'll just do this your way. But, when this whole tournament is over, I get you the way I want you." He said raising back on his heels.

"Fair enough." Sakyo replied moving towards him. He softly caressed the taller one's face then slowly removed the dark sunglasses. Studying his eyes a moment then leaned forward pressing his lips to the others. Slowly taking in the feel of them and soon after allowed his tongue to slip between the firm lips of his partners.

Toguro sighed quietly as he welcomed the soft experienced tongue to intertwine with his own. He resisted the chance to caress the bare flesh under his hands, until Sakyo said breaking their kiss. "Touch me. Touch every part of me. That will be your only order."

Toguro took the invitation and slowly ran his hands down Sakyo's back then up again. Entangling his fingers within his soft dark hair. He gently pulled down, causing the man before him to tilt his head backwards. He leaned forward placing small love bites on the exposed skin under his lips.

Sakyo moaned approvingly. Toguro stopped only to remove the remainder of his and Sakyo's clothes. He then took his hands and formally guided him onto his lap then slowly moved him across his shaft. the other groaned everytime he slid across him.

Toguro spoke taking the others manhood into one hand. "Even though you seem to know about this, I get the feeling that you've never done this with a guy before. Why is that, Sakyo?"

He sighed a little then answered looking directly into his eyes. "I'm not at liberty to discuss such details like that, Toguro. Let's just say that I know what I need to."

"Hmm. Yeah, right." He responded with a sarcastic grin. Sakyo raised up, positioning himself over Toguro's endowed manhood then without warning, moved down on him causing both to gasp loudly and neither moved, allowing the pain to settle throughout their bodies.

Toguro held his hips tightly. He felt his himself throbbing deep within, but was afraid to move. After catching his breath, he spoke in a slightly broken sentence. "Shouldn't we have, well, at least used something?"

"Not on my time, Toguro. Especially after that smirk you gave me. Besides, I don't have anything with me." Sakyo stated wryly.

They both sat silent. Finally after a time, Sakyo slowly moved himself on Toguro and allowed the feeling of this well endowed man to completely caress his insides. When he shifted again, Toguro held his hips firmly. Letting the other ride him freely.

He spoke as Sakyo leaned forward to his lips. "God, you feel good Sakyo." The other answered him by slipping his tongue between his lips. Toguro thrust his hips forward pushing deeper. The feeling of Sakyo slowly riding him, was bringing him close to an extreme release.

Once Sakyo shifted again, Toguro hit a spot that emulated a combination of both a moan and sigh. Or more like a muffled gasp of surprise. He knew that he'd have to find it again. When he did, Sakyo broke their kiss. Toguro thrust his hips upward, instantly finding the spot without delay.

The other cried out throwing his head backwards. Toguro laid them both on the floor placing Sakyo's legs around his waist then continued to thrust inward. The man beneath him moaned loudly and shouted. "Do it! Please!"

Toguro increased his speed. Pounding relentlessly inside. Continuously hitting the mark. His last thrust caused a heavy intense explosion for both of them and they cried out in unisom. Everything around them went deathly silent and nothing else could be heard except for their own staggered breathing.

Sakyo closed his eyes, still feeling Toguro seeping into him. Sometime afterward the other slowly raised backwards, lowering his legs. Once doing so, he gently laid down on him and said while brushing strands of hair from his partners face. "In honesty, Sakyo. This was the first I've been with a man, like this."

He smiled in response and said caressing Toguro's face. "Promise me. That no matter what happens tomorrow and through the remaining days of the tournament. We will always be like this, as we are right now. Even if only in pleasant memories."

Toguro nodded then replied leaning forward. "No matter what happens." Sakyo smiled and sighed deeply just as Toguro's lips met his.


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