Unrequited love

Their lips met in a passionate kiss that was as sloppy and full of heat as Gin could have hoped. Well, he could have asked for a bit more skill but all the same he kissed the teen back, tugging him into his lap. What he had said had made his heart leap into his throat something about hearing him say that…just thinking about it made his eyes roll up in his head and a groan escape his throat. When he felt Shirou’s tongue glide over his lower lip he opened his mouth to the other without a thought. Shirou’s tongue slipped into his mouth and with it came the taste of sake and a taste that was just Toushirou. His mouth was hot and soft on his he groaned into it his hands threading into Toushirou’s hair.

Toushirou brought his own hands up to Gin’s shoulders, massaging them as he teased the other’s tongue with his own. Gin tasted like sake too but Toushirou was beyond noticing what the other tasted like. He started to move his hips against Gin’s feeling the hard heated thing between their stomachs. Gin made him look so small if he weren’t so damned tipsy he would have been self conscious. As it were he could only think of how damned aroused he was and how great Gin’s fingers felt against his scalp. His lips slipped off of the others and planted soft butterfly kisses across Gin’s flushed cheek and towards his ear. “I am gonna make you scream,” He panted into it nipping at the earlobe, a trick he had learned from the man he was now using it to torture. The gasp and groan he got in response encouraged him further; he ran his tongue along the shell of it. “Just…like a little bitch.” His words were breathy and full of promise.

“You’re drivin’ me mad…” Gin gasped out, is hands leaving Shirou’s hair to run down a well muscled back. Grasping a generous hand full of Toushirou’s ass he gave it a playful squeeze. If this white haired tease was going to make him scream he was going to return the favor. He brought a hand around stroking a hip that still held the girlish shape only young teenaged men had, “Oh fuuuuccckkkk.” He cried out his other hand darting up to tangle back into Shirou’s short locks. That hot mouth had latched onto one of Gin’s many sensitive spots, this one on the junction of his throat and shoulder.

Teeth sank into that spot working blood to the surface of Gin’s skin, leaving a darkish mark as Toushirou pulled back to observe his work. He smirked and gazed into Gin’s eyes with pure animal lust shinning through his grin. “Everyone’s gonna know you’re my bitch now.” He panted and whined, burying his face back into Gin’s shoulder when the other man remembered his hand was supposed to be seeking out the hard weeping shaft that was pressed against his own. He bit Gin again making the man gasp out another curse and buck his hips. The movement reminded Shirou that the taichou was still wearing far too many clothes. He pulled back, scrambling out of Gin’s lap and arms.

“Why the hell did you stop?” He asked anger clear on his face. He reached out to yank Toushirou back determined to get what he wanted from the other. Instead Shirou danced away the sake not dulling his grace at all. He giggled and pointed to the other, “What?” Gin asked looking down at himself.

“Strip,” He ordered sounding every bit the Toushirou Gin teased during the daylight hours. He smirked and realized what the other wanted. It was a bit too hot to be wearing his yukata and his hakama even if it was nearly about his knees. He stood up and kicked it across the room then let his yukata and gi fall from his shoulders much in the same fashion as Shirou had during the game.

“Is that better?” He asked running his hands up over his chest, fingers stopping to tease his nipples, one pierced one not.

“Much.” Shirou growled and nearly pounced the other man, or at least that is how Gin felt when the shorter taichou yanked him to him and crammed his mouth against his. A whimpered protest escaped him and was promptly gobbled up by that hot willing mouth. This time Gin slipped his tongue into the other’s mouth being greeted warmly by Shirou’s own.

Tangled mouth, limb, and leg they sank to the ground again, his time Gin found himself straddling the teen. Despite his position on top Shirou seemed to be taking charge, and as Shirou’s short nails raked over the flesh of his back, Gin found himself giving in. If the other wanted to take over their tryst he wasn’t going to fight him he didn’t care if he was on top or on the bottom as long as he got to keep touching Shirou’s supple skin. He broke their kiss, thinking that he ought to taste that skin he admired so much. Just as Gin’s head dipped down to press his lips against one dusky nipple a hand tangled into his hair and pulled him back from it.

Gin whined, tears stinging his eyes, that grip was a too rough and made his scalp hurt. “What,” He snapped wishing the other would let him go already.

“I want you to suck me off.” Shirou panted his hand suddenly leaving his hair and Gin could only blink frowning down at Shirou.

“Now?” His fuzzy brain thought ‘what, no foreplay?’ His words echoed his thoughts, “What, no foreplay?” Then he realized that Shirou was blushing under him like a virgin bride on her wedding night. He leaned in and nuzzled the other’s throat, “Don’t be so impatient…” He nipped at the area behind Shirou’s ear which made the other moan and turn his head to give Gin better access. Gin knew how Shirou felt, wanting it now…this had been a long time in the works and now that they were finally in each other’s arms Gin just wanted to ravish the other. However the gentler side of him told him that this was something to cherish and he wanted to enjoy ever last glorious moment of it. It was that side that decided that foreplay, even just a little was what he wanted.

“Nnn Gin” Shirou moaned hands tangling into Gin’s hair again not too roughly this time. Gin smirked as he licked at the spot that had caused that groan again. He made mental note that Shirou loved to have his collar bone licked. He tried the other one wondering if it would have the same effect he gasped and chuckled when the other wrapped his arms around his head instead trying to squeeze him to his chest. He escaped the circle of those arms and licked lower stopping to circle a nipple. Those small nipples…so small yet so hard…he flicked one with his tongue wondering what sort of reaction he would get from Shirou this time. “That…”

“Hmmm?” He looked up at the other his finger coming up to tweak the nipple he had just licked.

An inarticulate cry escaped Shirou’s slightly parted lips. The sound of it shot right to Gin’s loins and reminded him strongly of the moans that Shirou had given in the bath house. Screw the teasing…screw the foreplay. Shirou had had the right idea he kissed his way down the other’s stomach only noticing the slight peach fuzz happy trail when his lips brushed over it. His hair down here was as white as the hair on his head and for a second Gin just buried his face in it, breathing in the scent of the other. Groaning he pulled back and pressed his lips against the other’s tip in much the same way he always greeted this hard length.

Toushirou bucked his hips and uttered another interesting noise, something that was between a plea and a sob. Gin answered it with his mouth, taking in the dripping length. He wasn’t sure how long Shirou was going to last at this length. Even though he wasn’t not a virgin in this area of sex; there had been too much teasing tonight and too much pent up feelings. Gin himself felt as if he were going to explode on the spot. He reached down and started to stroke himself as he took more and more of Shirou’s length in, taking him in until his nose was buried in those white curls. This seemed to excite the teen to no end. Gin watched as he writhed under him before he pulled back for the air his lungs screamed for.

“No…” Shirou panted suddenly just as Gin’s lips left him. He shifted and pushed Gin away his flushed face fierce. Shirou seemed to know what he wanted and this wasn’t what he wanted. “Bend over the table.” He ordered.

Gin didn’t do as he was told right away in fact he just knelt there between the other’s legs goggling at the other. No one had ever stopped him once he got started, not the men at the bath house not the hand full of men he had slept with while in school. “No,” He said dipping his head wanting to go back to what he was doing. There was so much pre coating Shirou’s length and he wanted to lick up every last drop.

A hand slapped him sharp across the jowls and his head rang with the force of it. He saw stars. “I said bend over the table…bitch,” He panted pointing to the carved table. He squirmed out from under Gin and went to it, and with one sweep of his arm the game board, cards, game pieces and even the open sake bottle and two empty glasses went flying across the room. Shirou didn’t seem to care that the sake bottle was disgorging its contents across his tatami mat as it flew across the room. Gin watched this with mounting shock and excitement. Small hands were grabbing him now, yanking him around pushing him to the table.

“I said…bend over the table.” He snarled; he slapped Gin’s ass hard making the silvery haired captain cry out. He had never treated like this and he had never been more turned on by it in his life. He looked over his shoulder at the other and dared to wiggle his ass.

“Do you want me like this?” He said his voice filled with dark lust and dirty promises. The look on Shirou’s face sent shivers down his spine. “Orrrrr,” He moaned and reached back and spread his ass cheeks for Shirou, “Do you want me like this?”

Toushirou ran his hand over Gin’s back side a sharp hiss escaping his lips, “I want to fuck you Gin.” He mumbled one finger teasing the other’s hole the very tip sliding in before sliding back out. He wasn’t too sure if Gin had ever done this before, he never did it before. He knew how to do it though…he had watched porn and read enough porn stories to know his way around in the bedroom.

Gin only groaned and wiggled his ass, looking back at Shirou again, “You’re going to need some lube.” He hadn’t thought Shirou’s domination would go so far but he didn’t care. The thought of having the other sliding in and out of him…

“Wait here,” Shirou said getting up and hurrying out of the sitting room. Gin heard the other’s footsteps going up the stairs then over head. Something was opened and closed before he heard Shirou heading back down. Even though he had had enough time to change his mind about it he didn’t when Shirou came back into the room he was still bent over the table. Shirou held in his hand a bottle of wet’n’wild anal lube. Gin would probably wonder latter why Shirou had anal lube but at the moment his excitement was clouding out curiosity.

Spreading his ass cheeks again for the other he shuddered and bit his lower lip. Shit that was COLD! But soon Shirou’s finger was spreading the lube around warming it up. “Push it in,” He mumbled moving his hips back against that one teasing finger wanting it buried to the knuckle in him.

“Ah! What, no foreplay,” He teased unable to stop himself from throwing Gin’s words back into the other’s face. When he thought Gin might answer his quip he pushed his finger in feeling the muscles tighten momentarily around his finger, tighten and try to force him out. Oh nothing was going to stop him now. He leaned in and licked a wet trail up Gin’s spine learning in an instant that it was not a good idea to tease Gin’s back…at least not there.

“GAH!” Gin cried out squirming, bucking, and going positively wild at the assault on his lower back. He was more shocked that Shirou, who had caught an elbow to the face. No one had touched him there and he had never felt such a strong…he had never…he sobbed, “Again!” He begged not realizing yet that he had hit his lover in the mouth with his boney elbow.

Shirou spat blood, feeling his mouth for a broken or lost tooth. Luckly there was none, just the cut on his inner cheek that hurt like a bitch from being caught between his teeth and Gin’s elbow. More? He wanted more? He reached for the belt he saw nearby. He wasn’t sure if it was his own or Gin’s but he used it to secure Gin’s arms before the man had quite recovered from the shock of the lick. Arms secure, threat of another hit gone, Shirou did give Gin what he wanted. He nipped at the other’s back and soothed it with his tongue as he fingered the man under him. Even though he had never had sex before he had never seen any man react the way Gin was to his licks and nips. He was screaming, banging his head against the table without thought.

The complete hedonism of Gin’s behavior made Shirou want to cram himself in without further preparation but…he pulled his finger out and slicked it up again and his middle finger before sliding both into Gin amongst whimpers and cries for more. He wasn’t even sure if Gin felt the discomfort that Shirou knew two fingers brought. From personal experience in his shower he knew just how careful one had to be when pressing two fingers in. He took his time despite the bucking and sobbing from Gin who only seemed interested in Shirou’s hand running up and down his back and the petal soft lips that landed like errant butterflies across his lower back. He wondered if he would have to press three fingers into Gin’s over heated body before the other would even notice he was doing anything at all.

He crooked his fingers massaging the walls of Gin’s anus trying to get the muscles to loosen up. His fingers brushed over a slight bump…

“HOLY SHIT!” Gin sobbed voice hoarse from all the other screams he had given that night. Shirou was almost afraid that his neighbors might hear the shout and call for help thinking that something very bad was going on at the Hitsugaya house.

Shirou’s fingers froze, “Did I hurt you?” He asked and when he got no answer from the other he pulled his fingers out completely. “Gin?” Still no answer, he was starting to panic a bit…as much as his muzzy mind could at the moment. He pulled Gin back from the table, against his chest realizing the man was panting as if he had just ran a marathon.

“Are you alright?” Shirou asked holding Gin like that against him, watching the other’s flushed face…watching the look of …was that horror? Fade from the other’s face. “Gin?”

“Yeah,” He answered after a while, “I made a mess on your tatami, sorry.” He mumbled, head rolling forward, his hair hiding his flushed cheeks and sweaty forehead. He shivered in Shirou’s arms, giving a slight tug at the restraints that held his arms behind his back so that he couldn’t flail.

Shirou looked down and noticed what Gin was talking about and blushed, “It’s okay,” He mumbled surprised at the splatter of stuff that looked something like cheep dish detergent and smelled sort of fishy. “It’ll clean up.”

“Shirou…why am I tied up?” He tugged at his bonds again, “It’s sort of uncomfortable…”

He chuckled and untied them, “Sorry Gin.” He kissed the other’s neck and nuzzled in breathing in the scent of him. He hadn’t meant to finish the other off so fast…he had had no idea that what he was doing felt that great to Gin. Maybe the insane flailing should have been a clue as to what he was doing to the other.

Toushirou moved to get the things he needed to clean up the mess. “Where are you going?” Gin asked and caught Shirou’s arm. There were welts on Gin’s wrists but the man didn’t seem to notice or mind them.

“Well…you’re done so…”

Gin got a puzzled look on his face and glanced down at Shirou’s still throbbing hard on. “But…” He glanced down again and the action drew Shirou’s eyes down too. He was so achingly hard at the moment…almost all of his thoughts were centered around his shaft and what little higher reasoning functions he did possess were hazed with booze. He didn’t get was Gin was getting at. “You…aren’t you going to fuck me?” He said when it seemed that Shirou wasn’t getting what he was hinting at.

“But you came…” Shirou said so confused.

Suddenly the older man was laughing tugging Shirou close to him. He leaned up and kissed the other, a feat which was not hard for the man. “Just cause I got off…doesn’t mean it’s over…it’s not over until we’re BOTH satisfied.” He purred his had coming to stroke Shirou’s length pulling all thought back into the task at hand.

“Really?” Shirou said sounding a bit breathless as his hips bucked of their own accord into Gin’s hand.

“You may not last long…god you’re fucking hard…and wet.” Gin sank down to lick up more of the pre that he liked so damned much, “But you wanted to fuck me…so…fuck me…” He moved back to bend over the table again. His ass hole was so slick and ready for the other, he could feel the lube dripping out of him and making a mess between his ass cheeks. Shirou sure knew what he was doing in that department.

Gin didn’t have to ask again, Shirou came behind him then, his dick in hand. He stroked himself as one hand spread Gin’s ass cheeks. He tried not to tense but it was hard because he knew just what was coming. He felt the head of Shirou against his anus and groaned, pressing his forehead against the tabletop. He wasn’t ready for it but Shirou pushed in anyways and he bit his bottom lip to keep in the plea for cessation. Shirou deserved this…and it would feel good after a little bit he just wasn’t used to this.

Shirou stopped halfway into Gin, shuddering, “Gin,” He whimpered, leaning forward to press his own forehead against something. This something was the stretch of flesh between Gin’s shoulder blades. They were both sweaty but Shirou didn’t care as he panted, trying hard to catch his breath. His head swam with the pleasure of tight muscles massaging him. If he had thought getting head from the other felt amazing he had had no idea. He pushed the rest of his shaft in and whimpered every inch of him engulfed by a heat that was both exquisite and at the same time, almost too much to stand.

Shifting his hips, Gin pressed back against Toushirou, looking over his shoulder at the other as best as he could. “I…it’s okay…” he tried to reassure the other sure that the reason why Shirou stopped was because he had heard the cry of pain that had managed to escape him despite his best forts. He didn’t realize that was not why he had stopped, but it did get the other to move.

Slow at first, then with growing desire, the pace changed and grew to a hard tempo that had Gin clutching at the table. He tightened his muscles as best as he could around the invader it felt too good not to try to make Shirou feel just as good. Gin just hoped that this wouldn’t last too much longer. He was starting to get hard again, the feeling of Shirou’s slick chest rubbing against his back, those hands clutching his hips in a death grip… “Shirrrouuuu,” He moaned out deciding to give into the inevitable…what’s the worst that could happen? He reached down and started to stroke himself in time to Shirou’s desperate thrust.

“Fuck Gin,” He panted back biting at Gin’s shoulder, marking it there too this one just for him to know what happened. He could feel his end rushing up to him like an out of control steam engine, and despite that he was aware of what Gin was doing. He stopped in mid thrust his hand coming around, slapping Gin’s hand away. “Let me do that,” He panted licking at Gin’s spin earning a sharp cry and a buck back against him.

He had asked Gin how he had masturbated at the beginning of this whole farce…and the way Gin had answered him…it was almost the same he way he took care of business. He teased the head of it now, slowing down his thrusts so he could concentrate on what he was doing. He could feel Gin panting and moaning under him, even if he couldn’t hear him he could feel the vibrations of it. Shirou couldn’t hear anything more than his pounding heart and his own breathing. So damned close…

Nipping lower over Gin’s back he looked to repeat what he had done to Gin earlier. He licked his way up over the right scapula and found a spot, “AHH!” Gin cried suddenly, every muscle in his lean body tensing under Shirou. Not that he truly noticed it his mind was gone, somewhere over the rainbow.

“YES!” He heard himself cry out. “NNN!” The tension in his lower body broke and with the break came pleasure like nothing Shirou had felt before. He tingled with it, he burned with it and he cried and howled with it, nails digging into Gin’s back as he surfed the crest of his orgasm. When the tide of pleasure began to draw back and his senses were once more uncovered he realized there was a mess dripping down his thighs now, a hot sticky one that didn’t feel too bad. He drew back realizing that there was also a sticky mess on his hand. He grimaced and tried to wipe his hand clean on his chest and stomach.

“Sorry,” Gin mumbled sounding breathless and worn out, “When you bit that spot…and you started to pound against my prostate…” He sounded slightly embarrassed as he looked back over his shoulder.

“No…it’s okay… Shirou sighed, a happy little sigh, the side effects of a great orgasm taking him over now. He was still rather drunk but was sobering up the edges of a hangover far in the future but he could already tell he was going to have one. At the moment he just felt happy and tired and very well sated. He pulled back and looked at what he had done to Gin’s ass. He was a complete mess. He ran his fingers through it seeing how it dribbled out as Gin shifted and reached for the overturned sake bottle.

“I’ll help clean up,” he said swaying to his feet more of the mess making streaks down his inner thighs and over his shaved balls. If Shirou weren’t so god damned tired he would have found that arousing. He decided to store the image away for latter…for when he was aroused and needed some material to jack off to.

“Let me have that,” he took the bottle from the other, taking a swig of the little that was left from its trip across the floor. He stood up and looked around and shook his head with a bit of a grin. He had finally had a wild party, that was for sure. He kicked his way through the ruins of the game towards the front door. There was someone knocking at it, he wondered how long they had been knocking there. By the nearly indecently loud pound it had probably been a little while. He grabbed his yukata and a belt from the swill on the floor and tried to fix himself to look at least halfway decent.

Well…he looked down at himself…nothing was too visible. He opened the door, “Yeah?” He giggled when he saw it was Matsumoto and Kira again. It had to be after midnight…what were they doing here? At first he couldn’t quite figure out why their eyes were so large then he realized what they were looking at and looked down at himself. His stomach and chest were visible…after all he had only worried about cover up his junk. On top of that, what was visible was well coated in semen and he was sure e smelled of sake. His yukata was sort of wet from it in the back. “Well?”

Kira cleared his throat looking away from Shirou, it seemed to spur Matsumoto to speak, “Sir…we were sent to report that the man has been caught.”

It took a moment for Shirou’s lazy brain to work out what she was saying and when it did it was like a shock of cold water, “You caught the one armed man?” He was suddenly all too sober.

“Yes.”