[50stories] What Happened in Marumori - Niya x Sakito - 3/3
Title: What Happened in Marumori Theme: #9, Blood Rating: R Pairing: Ni~ya x Sakito Band[s]: Nightmare Disclaimer: Not mine. Comments: Finally finished in mid-November. So much for Halloween! XD;
Niya came into work relaxed but tired. He had been too strung up to sleep well after his winning date with Sakito. Instead, he played over the kiss in his mind, embellishing here and there until he had a scene that aroused him so much Niya needed to find release for some of the built up tension.
The promise of seeing Sakito again nearly had him whistling as he hung up his jacket and waved at Yomi in the kitchen. They had agreed to meet again late, this time at Niya’s apartment for a movie. The next ten hours certainly wouldn’t fly by – his anticipation was too great.
Niya was humming to himself when Yomi emerged to find an early afternoon drink, and the short cook gave him an odd, skeptical look as he leaned against the bar. “Are you off your rocker or something?”
Blink. “No. Why?” He was being fairly obvious, but Yomi didn’t yet know the reason.
“The humming is kinda creepy.” Taking a long drink of his beer, the cook changed position to lean over nearer to Niya. “There was another murder last night. If I’m right about the address, it was close to where you live again.”
It was cliché, it was impossible, but Niya could honestly say that he experienced his first instance of crawling skin. “I didn’t hear anything about that.”
“Of course you wouldn’t,” Yomi replied smugly. “They’re keeping it hush hush this time. Another weird one, I hear.”
Niya laughed nervously, busying his hands with a second beer for himself. “You’re making that up.”
“I wish I was.” With a pointed look at his coworker, the cook disappeared back behind the kitchen door to watch his soaps. Suddenly, Niya was very glad of the company he was expecting that night.
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There was red wine in Sakito’s hand and a half smile on his face when Niya opened the door for him. All the unpacked boxes had been shoved into corners or closets and the carpet vacuumed in preparation for this night, and he was glad he had gone to the trouble. Sakito seemed pleased as he looked with curiosity, eyes flicking back and forth across the room as he examined Niya’s new living space.
“Sorry about the boxes. I’ve been really lazy about unpacking,” he apologized, taking the bottle so Sakito would have his hands free to remove his coat and shoes. But first, off came the gloves he’s been lent. The sight of them gave Niya a little jolt of pleasure, knowing he had managed to accomplish something useful.
“I don’t mind.” The coat ended up with Niya’s on the arm of the couch, and his battered sneakers looked endearingly juvenile next to his host’s conservative black loafers. He looked so perfectly comfortable standing there in his socks that it pulled Niya in like a magnet, sliding his free arm around the other’s slender waist and drawing a lingering kiss from his tantalizing pink lips. Sakito didn’t seem surprised in the least, though he chuckled at Niya’s boldness when he stopped.
“Someone’s a little eager tonight.”
“Believe me, this is all I’ve been able to think about since last night,” Niya murmured, nuzzling towards his ear before releasing him to find a couple of glasses. Only five minutes in and their second date was already going smoother than he ever thought possible. He was even beginning to think he might get lucky. Everything about Sakito was better than he remembered, from the tiny mole on the bridge of his nose to the little hole in the toe of his sock. Such subtle imperfections only made him more appealing to Niya upon discovery.
When he returned to the living room, Sakito had taken the liberty of choosing a spot on the couch, waiting patiently with his hands absently examining the remote control, as if lost on how it was supposed to function. Niya set down the glasses and bottle, plucking the device out of his grasp and turning it the other way to turn on the movie he had chosen.
“I’ve never been good at figuring out remotes….” Sakito leaned forward, to pour the wine instead, deftly removing the seal and cork with his bare hands. He must have noticed Niya watching because he shrugged and smiled, filling both glasses equally.
“That’s a handy trick.” Niya raised a skeptical eyebrow, moving closer so the two were nearly touching.
“I’ve been a bartender for a while,” he explained with a dismissive wave of his long fingers. “It’s nothing really.”
Choosing not to dwell on the strange talent, Niya instead stretched his arm out behind Sakito while taking a sip of his drink, settling comfortably back against the couch. By the time the movie was half over, he was finishing his second glass and toying with the sleeve of Sakito’s t-shirt while the other appeared to be dozing against his shoulder. A slight shift in position brought Sakito’s eyes open again, and he looked up.
“Sorry, were you asleep?” Niya moved his hand up to the soft strands of hair brushing his wrist, combing through it carefully.
Sakito dropped his head down and rested his arm across Niya’s waist. “No, I was just listening to your heart beat.” A leg followed and the rest of his body, until he was sitting in Niya’s lap, albeit at a strange angle. “It’s nice.”
“Er…good?” Niya laughed and stretched as far as the extra weight would allow, barely managing to set his glass on the table without spilling the contents all over his clean white carpet. Even before the glass tapped against the table, Sakito was kissing his neck, with a devilish flick of his tongue at the base of Niya’s jaw. His heart was leaping for joy, though he was loath to move too fast until he was sure that’s what Sakito was after.
Niya’s hands rested on Sakito’s hips, appreciative of the attention to his neck, but also becoming uncomfortable with their position. He supposed it didn’t help that Sakito’s knee had ended up right above his crotch. Using both hands he was able to lift Sakito enough to free both their legs, and ending with their bodies pressed together in an embrace that was only executed half out of convenience on Niya’s part. From this new position, his hands could trail the length of Sakito’s spine, stopping at the delicate slope of waist to hip he’d dreamed of touching.
He could taste the sparks from Sakito’s lips as they kissed, a charge he’d not felt before with anyone else. Niya’s hands tightened on his hips, pulling him so close there was no hiding the arousal he’d been tenuously staving off all day. Sakito’s murmured question nearly fell on deaf ears, spoken against heated lips between gasps for air.
“Huh?” Niya breathed, dragging a coherent sound out of his lustful brain with massive effort.
“I said…” Sakito nibbled his lower lip and popped the button on his jeans, “can we move to the bedroom?”
The mischievious hand brushed a particularly sensitive patch of skin just below Niya’s navel, a spot he hadn’t even known existed until then. “Nng, yes.” There was no need to question, it was obvious both of them wanted the same thing.
Sliding off his lap, Sakito held captive one of his hands and pulled him along behind, though Niya didn’t need any encouragement. In his muzzy subconscious, he was glad he decided to tidy the bedroom as well. The blankets were neat and inviting with no boxes blocking the way; they stopped near the bed, Niya tangling Sakito up in his arms to kiss him, fingers stroking the back of his neck. Keeping his hands free, Sakito was able to undo Niya’s pants with a few deft movements, sliding his fingers impatiently along the elastic of his underwear.
Niya could help but chuckle at his new lover’s eagerness, bringing a faint smile to Sakito’s lips. He released him to pull off his shirt, toying with the hem first to tease Sakito, who laughed at the ridiculous spectacle Niya was sure he was making.
“You know, I really like you…” Sakito purred as stroked his hand down Niya’s chest appreciatively, only stopping briefly to work his hand under the layers of clothing still left, lightly brushing the tips of his fingers along his erection. He stepped closer, looking up at Niya’s eyes with a coy smile.
“Yeah?” Niya gasped, guiding the hand further by the slim wrist, the cold charms of Sakito’s silver bracelet startling against the heated skin of his stomach.
Nodding slowly, Sakito wrapped all his fingers around Niya’s cock. By now their faces were nearly touching, and he could see his heavy breath rustle Sakito’s hair. This was like a dream, a fantasy, something he had hoped for fervently, unsure of the other’s interest in him. All his wishes were proving to be coming true and Niya’s head was nearly spinning in happiness.
“Sit down,” Sakito murmured against his chin, withdrawing his teasing hand in favor of caressing Niya’s waist and giving him a gentle push toward the bed, to which he was instantly obliged.
Sakito’s hands ran over his face, his shoulders, down his body before he knelt in front of him, drawing out his erection and stroking his thumb deliberately along the underside. Niya would have protested, said he really didn’t have to, but he fell prey instantly to the skill of Sakito’s tongue. The even laps were like velvet, lulled him, made him moan. Now he was tempted to insist that Sakito continue, but he had already stopped and moved, resting one knee on the bed and the other leg braced between Niya’s, letting him push up his shirt and kiss his smooth stomach. Sakito smelled faintly of mint, probably the soap he used, Niya decided. He locked both arms around Sakito’s lower body and dumped him abruptly on the mattress, becoming a bit impatient himself.
Sakito was pliant and easy to undress, waiting with curious eyes for Niya to finish admiring him. “What?” he asked, amused.
“I just like what I see,” Niya answered, stroking Sakito’s thigh, and up to his hip, earning a little shiver from the smaller man. His skin was almost cool under his hand, but that may have been an illusion from its absolutely smoothness and the light nature of his touches. His fingers coaxed Sakito to part his legs, ghosting up and down over his arousal. Though awkwardly executed, he managed to discard the rest of his clothing. Lying naked next to Sakito, he pulled him close, kissing his throat, his chin, his ear. Sakito linked his legs around Niya, the friction of their bodies together causing him to gasp. Niya didn’t want to and couldn’t stand the wait any longer; with Sakito pressed onto his back, he pushed into him less carefully than he intended, longing for the contact and a feeling he only distantly missed before meeting Sakito.
“Mm, Saki…” he groaned, thrusts quick and almost rough in desperation. Under him, Sakito seemed unruffled by the change, clinging with one hand to Niya’s shoulder and the other seeking his own cock. Sakito’s breath near his ear panted and whispered how good he was, how much he wanted this in such perfect fragments. Those words alone from Sakito’s lips were nearly enough to push him over the edge. With a few erratic thrusts he came, Sakito’s name catching in his throat. His tired hand found Sakito’s moving quickly over his arousal, though his eyes stayed glued to his face, watching it contort in pleasure, his lips fuller and pinker from Niya’s attack on them earlier. Sakito let him take over, fingers kneading into the mattress under him. His hips moved in time with Niya’s hand, body arching upward in climax.
Tired and sated, Niya finally felt able to relax, collapsing next to Sakito in a loose heap of limbs. He felt nothing but a numbly pleasant buzz in his veins for what seemed like hours, thought it really must have been minutes. A slight shift in the bed next to him, an arm reaching around his waist, and Niya was comfortable in Sakito’s embrace, with his chin on his shoulder. Sakito’s lips pressed against his neck, leading into little opened mouth kisses. It was sweet and loving and reassuring that Sakito had enjoyed the sex as much as he had. He held him close, letting him explore as much as he wanted, and was only mildly surprised when he felt hard enamel graze his neck. A small prick followed, an entirely unexpected sensation, like being stuck slowly with a large pin. Sakito remained entangled with him, but he was too sleepy to ask. The room dimmed as his eyes fell closed.
- - - - -
When Niya awoke, he had never seen so much blood in his life. His own, he guessed. But it didn’t bother him, he felt detached and, above all, powerful. Running his tongue over his teeth, he looked down at Sakito resting on the bed next to him, completely unperturbed by the scene.
And suddenly everything made perfect sense.
___ Well, I was going to end it before the last paragraph, but I thought it might be a little too ambiguous (though it's supposed to retain some uncertainty). So just ignore that part if you like it better without? ;;