As we lay

TITLE: As we lay
AUTHOR: Lemonychocolate
EMAIL: dragonechilde@yahoo.com
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RATING: Mature-Adult
DISCLAIMER: I make no claim to, nor hold any license to the original characters to this story. These characters are used for the sake and sole purpose of entertainment only. No profit shall be, nor will be gained from the writing found hereafter; nor shall any personal credit be taken as to the character designs, personalities or concepts stemming from the original characters used. All situations in the story below, unless otherwise stated, should not, in any way, have any bearing on the creator’s original work.
FEEDBACK: Yes!
SPOILERS: none that I can think of.
SUMMARY: After one reckless and unforgettable night, Yusuke and Kurama are forced to deal with the consequences.

Prologue

In a bedroom, shadows moved, shifting in the darkened room. Bending, coiling against one another in erotic display.

The darkness vibrated, sweltered with sensual uncoiling heat. Breathless sighs, hoarse cries broke the silence, underscored by the rhythmic creak of the bedframe.

Bodies arched regularly, with an increasing desperation. Muscles grew taut, gleaming in the faint light of the full moon outside.

Two shadowy figures moved in an ancient, age-old quest for fulfillment. Mouths open—short feverish cries of ecstasy and delight—spilled endlessly from dry, passion swollen lips.

Bodies writhed, the moon a silent witness to the room’s participants erotic display of passion. A soft fingertip of ghostly moonlight stroked delicately over flexing muscles, illuminating the straining bodies. A braced arm, a flash of teeth bared in a feral smile was revealed in the sliver of light.

A raised thigh, clamped tightly against a lean waist in an effort to draw his lover deeper into his body, rose and fell in the deceptive light of the moon.

The clutching grip of hands, felt the smooth release of bunched muscles sliding under sweaty flesh, each time a powerful thrust was made.

No thoughts of the morrow, only the NOW concerned them.

Pleasure…unending.

Clutched tightly to one another, their movements were smooth and graceful as they immersed themselves deep into this most powerful and primitive dance. In the faint light gleaming through the window, their bodies seemed to glow faintly, shining with the liberal dew of this passionate, dangerous union.

In this room, in this moment of time out of time, they gave free rein to physical passion.

Sounds of sex filled the room. The faint smack of skin against skin, of low hanging flesh, added its own erotic accompaniment to the wet sounds of pleasure. Hands touched, caressed, clutched tightly against an arched back, clawing at the taut skin, driven to desperation. Bodies thrust hungrily, compulsively against each other.

Mindlessly.

Lushly swollen lips...lips that had nipped, suckling strong rigid flesh, tasting the salty-sweet essence that dripped freely…came together time and again, a fervor of need…of lust. Greedy sounds muffled by avid, seeking mouths. Nothing existed save sating this fever that stroked unceasingly through their minds.

Sweat darkened hair tossed restlessly on the pillow, throat tensed and stain, as hoarse cries, passion predominant, spilled ceaselessly from slack lips with every thrust from his lover. Helplessly he clenched, broken sobs falling from his lips as he struggled to retain the surging shaft that filled him. His hips moved, tilting upwards, desperate to reclaim that which had been so rudely withdrawn.

A low husky chuckle greeted his action, sending a ragged wave of heat dancing over already raw nerves. His body was pleasurably stretched to accommodate his lover’s thickness. A slight shift in the angle of thrust, and he gasped, his body arching, squeezing with exquisite, sensual precision.

Now it was his turn to laugh softly, a teasing light in his aroused eyes, at the desperately needy look that suffused his lover’s face and the whimper that fell from the slack lips.

Yet there was a slight disturbance in his mind; in his eyes. A persistent, almost nagging voice kept trying to get his attention. However, it was too faint, too weak to penetrate the fog of lust that clouded his mind.

Dismissing the annoying matter, he eagerly turned his attention back to his lover.

Teasing with a simple clenching of his oh so flexible body. Dark laughter spilled from his eyes at the helpless response from above.

His laughter was cut short as powerful hips drew back, hesitated before plunging deep…deeper still within him.

He shouted, writhing with ecstasy, momentarily losing the rhythm of their sensual dance. A startled whine slipped from his lips—never before had he been the recipient of such agonizing pleasure.

His body filled and stretched, verging on pain. It only enhanced this shattering experience.

He moved.

His body, sleek and graceful, voluptuously arched beneath his dark and determined lover. Slowly twisting and churning his hips. How he moved was as instinctual as breathing. Lovers, long forgotten, had taught him well; an adept in the art of pleasuring. Yet still, acting on a compulsion beyond rational thought, he struggled to take the thick, blissful organ deeper into his needy body. His hips beat an unconscious rhythmic tattoo against his lover, spurring the sweaty body to greater efforts.

His eyes fluttered closed, unable to stay open any longer. His arms tightened, ankles crossing at the small of his lover’s back, pressing deeper, adding impetus to the powerful lunges. His legs wrapped tighter about the lean waist, driving the forceful thrusts even deeper, making him muffle his scream of ecstasy into a slick, sweaty shoulder.

Swollen lips mouthed his name continuously. Ravenous, passion darkened eyes watched him, dazed with sensation. Sweat dripped from him, dropping and joining the sweat that saturated his lover. He bent closer, eyes narrowed predatorily. The sight of his lover’s ecstatic face aroused him even more. He luxuriated in the honeyed flesh that gripped him so tightly. The sensation was…he didn’t have the words to describe the feeling.

Nothing he had ever experienced in his short life had compared to this. Could compare to the excitement, the sense of sheer wonder that swept through him.

His need, this rapacious hunger that soared with every stroking plunge. With every clutching motion of his lover, drawing him deep inside the hot, satiny core.

He could not resist once again tasting the lush, swollen lips. Leaning down, he crushed his lips against the other, wanting…needing to feel the wild movements of the supple tongue delving deep into his mouth. He was holding onto his control by a finger-hold. The body beneath him, however, was determined to make him fall.

Beneath the dark haired male, the lean, graceful body danced wantonly, appreciatively.

Enticingly.

Hips rose and fell, snapping back and forth. His shuddering, quivering body was stretched wide, but it felt impossibly…glorious. He was full. So satisfyingly, hedonistically full, it seemed, and stuffed to a gratifying degree for the first time in his life. The large flared head pulled back, teasing him, tempting him to seek it. Draw it back home. Draw it back to him. He needed it. Needed it to relieve the agonizing lust clawing at his insides.

He shifted on the bed, his hips snapping upwards in a motion as old as time, as ancient as the first mammal that walked the earth. He caught his dark lover by surprise, and seizing the initiative, took all that thick, luscious power deep within with a low throaty groan. He circled his hips, his eyes dark and wanton, beckoning his lover to join him in the storm tossed sea. To release all conscious thought and control. To surrender.

Tempting his lover with an erotic swivel of his hips, a movement that drew a breathy moan from his lover. The honeyed promise in his eyes spoke of untold delights.

Every move was designed to pull his lover’s hardness, pull it into hot, constricting muscles of his body. Every stroke brushed across his nerve center, that spongy bundle of flesh sent sparkles of pleasure, eddies of delight and ecstasy thunderously through his body.

His back arched as his locked ankles clamped almost brutally tight on his lover’s back. He cried out, a desperate, wailing sound of delight. Sweaty, damp and tangled locks were spread wildly against the white sheets.

A stain of blood against whiteness.

He was dying…he cried out again, his cry primal as it was animalistic. He panted, anterior muscles squeezing rhythmically, drawing a hoarse, torturous shout from above.

Such an exquisite way to die.

His breath hissed out, teeth bared in a grimace of agonized pleasure. All in all, the clawing, bucking, gasping creature he resembled now bore little resemblance to his normal self. This creature was nothing more than carnal desires—bestial in the extremity of passion.

Hips moved sinuously, pulling back then forward, moving in an evocative dance of sensuality that endlessly mesmerized his lover. A faint glitter of color between parted lashes watched then repeated the scintillating move.

The nagging, persistent voice in the back of each their minds had at last been silenced, drowned by the wild debauchery that filled the room. Passion, the unchecked and boundless desire that surged through their minds…enslaved their bodies.

With years of experience at his fingertips, he pulled, tugged the thick hard shaft deeper, deeper still into his eagerly devouring body. Feral eyes, hungry eyes…eyes darkened with an animalistic need that raged through both. He watched as his dark lover shook and moaned—and his pleasure was enhanced, increased with every sound his bedmate made. The forceful penetration of his lover’s shaft left a burning sensation, a shocking pleasure/pain that fried his already shattered nerves.

Dark eyes were glazed. His body shaking visibly as the scorching heat sucked, nibbled at his throbbing length. Whimpering, he thrust helplessly, striving to go deeper into this hot, demonic wanton creature that moaned his name. He was vaguely astonished at how incredibly tight and snug his lover still was.

Hair was plastered to his head, sweat clumped strands dangling in his eyes, stinging with salty residue them. But he took no notice, trapped as he was, mesmerized by the glittering, jeweled eyes of his lover. His hips beat an erratic, drumming rhythm, plunging hard and fast into the silken, wet glove. So hot. Tight, hot and like butter, he thought hazily. He surged forward, wiggling his hips to stuff more his cock inside the greedy creature that regarded him with sultry eyes. Eyes that beckoned, taunted him to spilling his seed deep inside the velvet core.

He stretched, his body slightly awkward as he continued his relentless strokes. He sought that lush, torrid mouth. Warm, panting breaths caressed his own. Lips parted and he sank deep within the scorching interior, losing himself even more. A firestorm of heat, sensual and thick—a conflagration of flames—raised the heat between them to a near inferno.

A tongue stroked ruthlessly in his mouth, and he sucked on it, calling upon every skill he had been taught this night. He moaned into the kiss, his hips slowing. A savage growl vibrated in his lover’s throat, a constricting, drawing pressure around his cock recalled him to his first and prime most duties. That of pleasing the creature beneath him. The hand, moving back and forth, beat at his corded stomach. It was another source of sensation that stoked the flames higher.

Nails bit into his shoulders, digging and scraping at his flesh as the pressure began to build, tearing at their last bit of sanity as they rushed toward release. Coalescing, tightening with each desperate lunge of his cock inside that most supreme of sheaths, the velvet glove that rippled around him, pulling him heedlessly along. Hips moving in an ever-increasing tempo, he felt he would simply dissolve right into his lover’s snug, tight grip.

He slammed in deeper, his body tightening as an almost intolerable pressure constricted around his length. The wild, orgasmic cry he heard triggered his own. Pulse after pulse echoed in the flexing rod, deep within the milking purse of the sensuous body beneath him. His body bent backwards, his head almost touching the rigid legs clamped against his back, hips anchoring him to his lover’s body as he cried out his own release to the uncaring ceiling.

He collapsed on top of his lover, his breath ragged and harsh. Tiny electrical shocks set his nerves to jumping, his back twitching minutely. Gradually he calmed, his breathing slowing under the soothing stroking hand. Slowly he regained a bit of self, more than halfway surprised that he was in one piece.

He raised his head, chuckling hoarsely as he met the hooded gaze of his lover. Muscles twitched, visibly jumping just under his skin. A surprised squawk came from him when he was rolled over, their positions reversed. He gazed upwards, as his willowy lover settled above him.

Moonlight stroked lovingly over the pale thighs spread over his hips. Golden ice flashed between moonlight bleached hair as it settled, loose and flowing from a carelessly tossed head. It gently fell, caressingly around them.

Silky fur teased his thighs as he met the glittering gaze of his lover.

“Again…” was whispered in his ear, followed by a sharp, painful nip. He shuddered, his flagging erection swelling to renewed life. Thin, cruel lips curved upwards as a throaty chuckle spilled forth; eyes warmed to liquid precious metal at the sight of his lover’s renewed interest.

Artful lips and tongue made sure his full attention was engaged and his interest unflagging.

A warm, damp body, slicked by sweat, settled easily over him.


story inspired by 'As we lay' the version by Kelly Price