Unrequited love

Gin never knew how it started. Either it was the kiss that had slowly progressed to petting and then to groping or maybe it had been the tone of voice Toushirou had used to command him into the storage room. It was dark and dusty in the room but he didn’t care where they were. Shirou felt so hot against him and the other’s mouth, he had to shudder and groan as the teen teased him into hardness. “What if someone walks in on us?” He mumbled into the next kiss before his lover’s tongue slipped into his mouth at which point he could only whimper and suck on that tongue.

“The door’s locked,” Shirou grumbled tugging at Gin’s shirt wanting it off. It was in the way and he wanted to taste the other’s flesh and tease those fine nipples he knew Gin had. If his memory while drunk was anything to go off of, he hoped it was accurate because he could also remember that Gin was hung like a damned horse and he wanted to feel that in him at the moment.

“It was a joke,” Gin growled pulling away from the other’s lips so he could gaze down into the other’s face, “I mean…fuck…I was trying ta set the mood.” He tugged lightly at the other’s hair finding it entertaining and Shirou seemed to like it because he groaned deep in his throat.

“Shut up…doesn’t matter,” He muttered reaching up to tug at Gin’s hair…two could play at that game. Oh but if he said he didn’t like having his hair tugged he would be lying through his teeth. He took his shirt off now pressing his chest against Gin’s wondering how they had even made it into this dusty storage closet. Considering how they had started to make out in public almost ripping each other’s clothes off. How Gin pointed out that someone may see them and how the thought of being caught like this turned him on. He remembered how, at one point in time he had nearly slipped his hand down the front of Gin’s hakama before the other man stopped him and took his hand to drag him into this storage closet.

Now they stripped each other and gloried in the sensation of flesh and heat. Gin had his eyes open now and Shirou couldn’t help himself, he kept forcing Gin to look at him. Gin didn’t seem to mind, he found it odd and would laugh at Shirou every time he did it but he did it all the same. “Are you done goggling at me, can I do what I want now?” He’d tease his lover as he sank to his knees before the other. It was all too new to the both of them. Gin had never thought his fantasies would be acted upon and Shirou had never thought his feelings would be returned. That was, more than anything else, that had lead them to where they were now.

It had to be that because Shirou was still replaying what the one armed lunatic had said, what he had shouted and Gin couldn’t get the look of the man let alone the smell of him out of his senses. However they shared another brief kiss before Gin started to undo Shirou’s pants. The freshness of the relationship was all pervasive and every time Gin thought ‘he’s mine’, every time Shirou shared the same thought, he would get excited and want to touch, to kiss, to molest the other man. It would become so strong as to be a physical craving.

That physical craving, like a chemical undergoing a reaction, had changed its nature. Right now his craving was for Shirou cock and he was going to gobble himself down a small pale cock or he was going to go on strike. He pulled the other man free from his hakama and stroked him slow, ohhhhh so slow. The look in Shirou’s eyes told him that he had a similar craving.

Gin leaned in and licked the head with the flat of his tongue…one long slow lick that made Shirou whimper above him and tangle his fingers into his hair. He liked that maybe he would get his hair tugged upon like he had when he had teasingly yanked at Shirou’s. He got his wish and he shivered and groaned ignoring Shirou’s cock while he voiced his opinion of the pain in his scalp.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Shirou grunted bucking his hips and tugging at Gin’s hair again not realizing just yet that if he tugged at Gin’s hair he felt too good to concentrate on what he was doing. That understanding would come much later. For the time being Shirou was trying to puzzle out why his lover had stopped licking him. “Get to it.” He tugged at Gin’s hair again.

With a shudder Gin tried to comply to his lover’s demands. He licked up the underside this time, taking the length in his hand to give it a few teasing pumps. Shirou must have been very turned on by the situation because he was already slick with pre by the time he got to the tip to lick it. Every inch of him trembled with desire too. This was a lot like his fantasy last time in the bath house. Maybe, like his fantasy, he could screw the man this time around. Not that he hadn’t enjoyed Shirou’s dick in him…

“Gooooddddd,” Shirou moaned stroking Gin’s silken hair this time, instead of tugging it. He knew Gin enjoyed him tugging it from the way the other man groaned at least, that was what he understood. However, he was going to withhold that treat for when the other teased and misbehaved. In such a way he would encourage Gin to be the bad boy he loved so much. The man who drove him up the wall but at the same time turned him on to no end. “You’re a cock whore aren’t you?”

Gin was surprised at the dirty talk that had issued from Shirou’s mouth he would have gagged if I had been more than the tip of Shirou’s cock that filed his mouth at the moment. He looked up at Shirou with something of shock in his eyes. The dark smirk that met his eyes told him that Shirou knew just what he was doing and that knowledge…that dirty, indecent knowledge of such things in a pure teen aged boy such as this not only shocked but turned Gin on. If his mouth hadn’t been full and becoming fuller by the second he would have begged the other for more, as it were Gin didn’t have to beg, Shirou was all too happy to try his hand at other phrases.

“I’m gonna squirt my seed all over your little face, you cock whore. Do you want that?” Shirou panted pulling Gin back so that he could answer. “Well?”

Panting, trying to catch his breath enough to answer he decided to simply nodded, “Oh god yes.” He moaned out when he had enough breath in him to do so. He got a rough tug on his hair as a reward and he moaned opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out ready for Shirou to just shove it in. Why did he become a bitch like this every time Shirou was around, he wasn’t sure but he didn’t care he would give up his manhood every time just to hear that note of lust in Shirou’s voice. To see those eyes half lidded with desire…to see him standing over him like he was now, cock in hand. He whined when he didn’t get Shirou’s cock at once.

He looked up at the other with pleading eyes, he would have begged for it if he wasn’t so eagerly waiting for the other to push it into his mouth. Just when his jaw was starting to hurt from having to hold it open the way he was, Shirou shoved himself in. Gin took it with ease from all the experience he had had at the soap land. He groaned around it and started to bob his head the way those small hands told him he wanted it.

Shirou groaned above him and Gin echoed the noise in his own throat. Just knowing that he was getting the other off was in itself an arousing experience. He looked up at the other again and saw the way he was gazing down at him…as if there was some sort of miracle going on around his dick. As if he had just spotted a piece of the most tasty chocolate cake in the world and he realized it was all his to eat. “Fuck,” he spat the word out, tugging at Gin’s hair making Gin groan for real this time around Shirou. Those other sounds had almost been mocking, Gin realized. He pushed the thought out of his head and redoubled his efforts.

Just when Gin thought he might make Shirou explode any second now, those small hands were pulling him off and pushing him away. The chocolate cake wasn’t completely eaten but if Shirou had another bite he may well explode, that was what the shove told Gin. He grinned and licked his lips, “What’s wrong, don’t want me to finish you off? Well you aren’t having my ass this time around, I hope you realize that.” Gin shifted to sit on the dirty and dusty floor not caring too much that his sweat was mixing with it and turning it into a disgusting sort of mud.

“I didn’t want to fuck you this time around,” Shirou said climbing into Gin’s lap, looping his arms around Gin’s neck. His cheeks already flushed from pleasure, had taken on a preternatural glow of embarrassment from admitting such deep desires. Apparently talking dirty was one thing and confessing actual sexual desires was another thing all together.

Gin smirked and let the other into his lap, his hands coming down to the other’s hips, guiding him over his shaft, “You know we don’t have any lubricant.” Gin said playing with Shirou’s hole. This felt so much like déjà vu that it was bizarre. However, Gin had to consider that this wasn’t just events playing out in familiar ways, it was just a popular concern of his. A dry entry was a painful, unpleasant one that never ended well. He had never experienced it himself, thank god. However, the gossip of the soap land, all be it lewd, was helpful in sexual horizons.

“You think I would come unprepared?” He scoffed pulling out a small, one time use, packet of anal lube, “I wanted to screw you when you came over so I made sure to be prepared for that possibility. However, I have to say when you turned me down the first time, I hadn’t thought this would happen…”

“It was that sick psychopath you can blame for this…” Gin mumbled taking the lube from his lover. He tore it open and forced Shirou to bend over an old crate. He could take him on his all fours but he liked to see the other bent over something like this. “I need to claim you…you’re mine.” He growled, or at least this is what he was telling himself at the moment, the cause for this mid day quicky.

Shirou looked over his shoulder, a sort of desperation in his eyes that Gin had never seen before. “I love you Gin.” He said his voice sounding thin and breathless he too probably felt the desperate fear and need for comfort that Gin felt every time he thought of the savage Shirou had locked up in his prison cell.

“I love you,” Gin echoed leaning to kiss his lover on the lips as he poured some of the lube over the taichou’s ass hole. He rubbed at it with a finger before slowly pressing it in. He watched Shirou’s flushed face for signs of pain as he pulled back. He would give Toushirou the same gentle treatment he had given him last night. He deserved at least that.

Shirou went taunt under him and Gin kissed his shoulder, “Relax or it will hurt more,” He mumbled, his finger stopping in its headlong plunge into the depths of Shirou’s bowels.

“It’s not that,” He groaned pushing back against Gin’s finger taking more in despite Gin’s desire not to give Shirou any more until he was sure the he was ready for it. “Just feels funny.” The last was a mumble that was followed by a blush that told Gin that, despite how odd it felt, Shirou was quite enjoying the feeling of it.

He pressed deeper before pulling his finger back, rubbing the pad of his finger tip along the inside of Shirou’s tight hole. He knew just where the prostate gland was in a male’s ass from personal experience. He would have to teach Shirou that trick later because it seemed that the other didn’t know what was there inside a male’s body. Gin could be wrong, he was sure he could be on this subject, but simply judging by the way he had fucked him last night told him that Shirou didn’t know.

Maybe he should begin the training this very afternoon. He was almost out of the other and could already hear the whine building behind Shirou’s lips when he slipped just a little further in and crooked his finger, that ‘come hither’ gesture that rubbed over the other’s ‘g spot’ perfectly. The shrill cry that escaped the taichou made Gin stop and consider where they were. If he was going to be that loud he should stop the lesson that second. However, the naughty part of him that said he should make Shirou scream like a woman in labor and get them caught red handed took over and he did it again.

“NNNNGGG” Was one of the few nonsensical sounds that escaped the man before Gin thought to add another finger to the one that was torturing his lover. He did want to fuck the other after all and the way things were going, that wasn’t going to happen any time soon if he didn’t move things along. He pulled back and used a touch more lube to slick his fingers up again before pushing two in.

Shirou didn’t seem to care, or to even feel the pain. His need to have Gin’s fingers back against his prostate was too great for that. However Gin didn’t give Shirou what he wanted, at least not at first. He used his two fingers to stretch Shirou out, to spread him and to dump some lube in. For a one use packet, Gin was surprised at just how much lube was in the damned thing. Things were starting to get very hot and very wet within Shirou’s body…just the way Gin liked it and wanted it. He pulled his fingers out for the last time.

With the last little bit of lube he slicked himself up making sure there was a good amount of lube on the head of him. That was, after all, the biggest part of him and once that was in it was all downhill from there.

“Giiiinnnn,” That whining protesting, begging tone was one that Gin recognized well from the bathhouse and it made him grin. Instead of complying to the other’s unspoken request, he slapped that small firm ass before positioning himself at Shirou’s backdoor. The slap had made Shirou utter a cry that was almost piercing in its timber. Gin winced at the sharpness of that cry. He soothed the reddened flesh then slowly pushed himself in. The sudden invasion of his body forced another strangled cry from the man under him. This cry wasn’t so deafening, but it still made Gin wince this time because of the note of pain in it.

“I know,” He mumbled stopping, massaging the other’s lower back. “Breath, relax, it’s okay…we can stop right now if you want to.”


“Noooo” Shirou sobbed out, reaching back, snatching up one of Gin’s hands, grasping like a drowning man would grasp the hand of his savior. Gin was oddly touched by this gesture and leaned over his lover, nuzzling his throat. He breathed in the scent of him the heady odder of a man at the peak of his prime. It made Gin’s head swim or maybe it was just the way Shirou mumbled ‘Mooooorree god Gin, more, please.’ The words did send more blood rushing down south. He was now throbbing, despite the tight heat that surrounded him, for more.

If he wanted more….Gin gladly gave his lover that, pushing himself all the way in with one smooth steady thrust. The hand that grasped his tightened and for a second Gin wondered if he was going to walk away from this with his fingers broken. He bit at Shirou’s shoulder as if to tell the other that he was causing pain but Shirou didn’t seem to get the message. He did however let go of Gin’s fingers after a while, moving to grasp at the box he was bent over instead.

“Let me know…when you’re ready,” He panted against the wet patch and vivid bruise he had raised there. He felt the other shiver under him and he wrapped his arms around him. Maybe it had been a mistake to want to do this with Shirou, he was still young, he was still unused to the idea that the course of living ought to be equated more with pain than with joy. He still thought that people were honest and loving and liked him as he liked them.

A song occurred to Gin and it played in his head as he cradled the other against his chest. The song brought tears to his eyes or maybe that was because he knew he had caused his lover true pain…pain that was known to the both of them at least. There was still the pain of the rape he had caused him that Shirou had no clue about.

“I…I’m ready,” Toushirou’s trembling voice broke in through his thoughts and Gin smirked against the bruise forming over that one slender shoulder that had yet to gain the full thick muscles of manhood. He started to thrust at a slow steady rhythm he thought Shirou could handle. He himself couldn’t handle it. It drove him mad with the slowness of it. However Shirou…for Shirou he would cut off a limb. He buried his face against Shirou’s bruised shoulder and made love to the other.