YnM Fanfiction

Sakura
Written by Calis

Disclaimer: YnM belongs to Yoko Matsushita-sensei

Chapter Fifteen: Calm before the Storm

It was the gradual seeping cold that intruded on his dreams. Curling instinctively to burrow his way deeper into the cozy warmth cocoon that was the quilt, Oriya dozed on contently. He had such a wonderful dream that he was reluctant to wake. They were strolling through the old gravel paths of Kyoto, enjoying the beautiful ancient scenery. Sharing the exquisite taste of traditional Kyoto cuisine as they slipped cool sake in the evening beneath the sakura trees. Oriya's smile was as smug as the Cheshire cat's grin at the very different kind of feast that followed. Reaching out unconsciously, he flung his arm over where a warm body should be and came up empty. Oriya patted the empty space absently; his drowsy mind still not fully comprehending the absence of the young man who he thought was beside him. Fumbling around blindly, his hands explored the hills and valleys of the quilt but they encountered no warm smooth body.

A furrow found its way between the young man's brows as his mind sought to throw off the tenacious embrace of sleep. Slowly, he turned over to lie on his stomach before pushing himself up with his arms. The cold claimed him instantly banishing the warmth trapped between the folds of the quilt and his naked body. His foggy mind cleared by the chill, Oriya shivered and quickly swathed himself with the blanket. Untended throughout the night, the fire had died down to glowing embers and if it had been the heart of winter, Oriya would have froze even with the protection of the thick heavy quilt. He stretched languidly and realized with a gradual awareness that his body felt different somehow. There was a little soreness but it was not discomfort that Oriya felt but the full consciousness of his own sexuality. He had never given serious thought to the topic before even though it was something that his classmates always seemed to be talking about in hush whispers with their sly looks and secret laughter. Oriya was not totally ignorant about what sex entailed but his peers' definition of what it was disgusted him. To them, sex was nothing more than a simple effortless way to exchange their bodies for cash or an act entered into for their own selfish lustful pleasures.

After last night, Oriya finally understood the difference between making love and having sex. The union between two people without love was nothing but carnal sex. What happened between Muraki and him transcended the physical, in that final moment their souls were one. Oriya laughed at himself and the maudlin thoughts he was having. Looking around for his discarded clothes, he noticed the neatly folded yutaka that was placed on the table. Since his clothes were nowhere in sight and Oriya was not about to hunt for them with nothing more than a quilt to cover himself, he donned the robe and was surprised to find that it had been warmed. Wrapping himself within the folds of the thick padded yutaka, the younger boy smiled at his sempai's thoughtfulness. By the time he secured the slash around his waist, Oriya had a good idea just where Muraki might be. The cabin where they were staying at was not easily accessible but it had one feature that overridden all the inconvenience.

The cabin came with a natural outdoor onsen.

Oriya could see the merit of enjoying a morning soak before beginning the day. Slipping his feet into uwazouri that had been provided along with his robe, he opened the door leading to the sheltered walkway that lead to the hot spring. It had snowed the night before and the air had a crisp clear tang to it. Oriya paused, leaning against the doorway and closed his eyes. He felt renewed as his lungs drew in the clean untainted air. It was not hard for a wistful thought to stray into his mind. There was nothing he wanted more than to stay here with Muraki by his side forever. Perhaps only by taking up a voluntarily sequestration and living in this piece of remote seclusion, could his sempai one day banish that darkness that was a part of him. This was his secret wish but Oriya was realistic enough to know that something like this was virtually impossible. He did not know how much time they would have together but the only important thing was to make every second count. Giving himself a mental shake, Oriya sighed softly and continued towards his destination. The small sturdy wooden bathhouse was built over the hot spring, artfully partitioning it into two so that even in rough weather, a bather can comfortably relax and soak in the hot invigorating water without having to brave the elements. The structure while functional, also allowed the choice to enjoy the spring in its natural setting in the heart of winter without the cold spoiling the experience.

Stripping off his robe, he folded it neatly and placed it besides another robe belonging to his sempei on a small shelf. Muraki was not in the bathhouse, which only meant that he was outside in the open-air area. Oriya gathered his hair, knotting the long thick tail at the nape of his neck before twisting it up neatly to secure with a clip. The water was dark, mysterious yet inviting. Bracing himself for the heat, Oriya gingerly lowered himself and could not resist letting out a small gasp as his body slid smoothly into black pool. It was hot but comfortably so and he was pleasantly surprised to discover that the color of the water was not black but the dark deep brown of coffee. The view that greeted him as he emerged into the open took his breath away completely. Like a painting done using only the two basic colors of black and white, the woods in the distant provided a stark midnight horizon against powdery snow that cloaked the land. Yet it was the figure so prominently set off against a piece of the dark slabs of stones that ringed the spring that captured his eye.

The heat from the water made the silver hair limp, the tresses falling carelessly to hide his face. With one arm flung over the rock he was leaning against and his eyes closed, Muraki looked as if he was sleeping. The effect made his lover looked so innocently boyish that Oriya felt a surge of protectiveness. He moved over, the ripples caused by the movement disturbing the dark still pool announcing his arrival. Muraki did not stir as he came along side. Unable to resist, Oriya touched the silver head, caressing the feather soft hair. His fingers lingered against the prominent cheekbones and rested lightly on the velvet soft lips. It was a rare opportunity to just watch Muraki quietly and appreciate the male beauty before him. The droplets of water that were beaded on the fair almost translucent skin, glimmered like dew against the pearly luster of flesh. Muraki did not stir under his touch but Oriya knew by the faintest curl of the lips beneath his fingertips that his sempai had given him an unspoken permission to do what he will. Leaning in closer, Oriya shifted himself until his body was behind his sempai's even as his hands moved to rest on the nape of Muraki's neck.

The skin beneath his hands was warm and wet from the waters of the hot spring. Oriya amazed at how soft and yielding it was as he explored the smooth column of his sempai's neck from the jaw line down to collarbone. He felt the steady pulse of Muraki's heart throbbing against his lips as he lowered his head to rest lightly against his older lover's shoulder. Oriya's arms locked gently around Muraki's waist even as his body curled instinctively against the older youth's. Almost absentmindedly, his tongue flickered over the damp skin, licking off an errant drop of water that trickled down one pale shoulder. Each breath of air that the younger boy took was another kind of caress that gently teased Muraki's senses but still he remained quiescent. Oriya's smaller frame fitted comfortably with his sempai's like two halves of a whole. He could not explain it but there was a kind of rightness that told him that they belonged together as he held Muraki in his arms. Spreading his fingers to span the pale firm torso, Oriya kissed the sensitive curve between neck and shoulder. Soft lips like velvet grazed over Muraki's bare nape, a fleeting touch that sent delicious shivers down his spine. Muraki sighed softly and surrendered himself to his young lover's tender administrations.

One hand sought and found the soft wet twirls of silver hair and coursed lower to cradle the pliant member. Oriya was rewarded with a soft, surprised hiss and Muraki tensed as long fingers closed around his shaft to fondle in slow sure strokes. The silver head was thrown back in abandon against the dark youth's shoulder as he continued to caress the sensitive flesh. Bracing his lover with his own body, Oriya whispered sensual promises into Muraki's ears. Like a cat, he licked delicately at whorls of his sempai's ear before lightly nibbling on the tender lobe. Muraki moaned softly, his back arching instinctively as Oriya continued to awaken his fervor. The young man's mouth found its way along the shape of Muraki's jaw. Supple lips like rose petals met those of the pale silver youth for a brief, tantalizing moment before pulling away. A dry, chaste kiss full of unspoken promise so contrary to the motions of his hands. Silver eyes met dark mahogany in silent censure and Oriya smiled before catching Muraki's mouth with his. He nipped, just slightly, on those sensual lips. Slanting his mouth across the older youth's, he lingered for a short moment before retreating again and this time he heard the swift intake of breath.

" Oriya... "

Muraki's arms draped over his young lover's neck, drawing him down but Oriya took his time. He met Muraki's lips languidly, slowly and deliberately prolonging the teasing as he tipped Muraki's face up, using faint pressure with his thumbs in a caress to open the closed mouth. The absence of those skillful fingers on his body disquieted Muraki but he was soon compensated when Oriya used his tongue and kissed him with exquisite thoroughness. The boy was indeed an excellent student. Muraki turned in Oriya's arms as their tongues fused and mated but unlike the unbridled passion of the night before, the mood was more tender and intimate. Oriya rubbed his body against Muraki, a subtle caress of wet skin against skin and was rewarded by the obvious evident of his sempai's desire pressing against his thigh. Muraki grasped his wrist, putting Oriya's hand on his chest before brushing down the flat stomach to where he wanted the boy's touch most. Those skillful fingers closed over him, exploring and stroking every inch of hard pulsing flesh. The warmth from the water gave the sensuality that surrounded them another dimension and the pressure of Oriya's fingers brought pleasure to a keen edge. Muraki's hands gripped the younger boy's hips in reflex as he shuddered with need. He cried out when the boy's nails scratched the sensitive fold of skin. The boy was driving him quickly over the edge. Muraki almost came when Oriya pinched the tip of his penis.

With a feral growl, the older youth grabbed Oriya's wrists and pinned him against the hard stone with his longer body. Claiming the boy's mouth, his tongue plunged deep into the heat and devoured like a starved man. Oriya surrendered willingly under his assault, not even protesting when Muraki bit him possessively on the neck. The boy moaned softly like a wounded animal when his lover wedged his thighs apart to better cradle the hard body that now molded sensually against his own. He was also aroused by their passion play and Muraki could feel Oriya's hard arousal pressing against his belly as he wrapped his legs around the older youth's waist. Oriya's legs tightened involuntary around him when Muraki reached between their bodies and brushed against the tight cleft before continuing upwards to fondle the rigid shaft from base to tip. He cried out and his arms locked convulsively around Muraki's neck as his sempai impaled him with one deep thrust. Using his arms, Muraki supported Oriya's weight as he begun to move, withdrawing and returning to fill the body that held him within so tightly. Oriya writhed as pleasure continued to peak, his passionate cries rending the silence that surrounded them. The heat was almost too much to bear as desire raged like wildfire through his blood. Like a spring that had been coiled too tightly, he strained towards release yet Muraki was not done with him. The older youth imprisoned Oriya, holding him in bondage by their position, not giving the boy any purchase at all to demand Muraki to take him even deeper. Oriya growled in denied frustration, making his lover laugh. Without warning, Muraki bend his head to captured one of Oriya's nipple with his mouth even as he buried himself to the hilt into boy's tight warmth. They exploded together, waves of intense pleasure washing over them as their bodies shuddered and convulsed in reaction. His climax was all the more vehement with the sensuous torment suffered under Muraki's hands. Oriya thrashed wildly, his body quaking uncontrollably as he felt Muraki's seed deep within.

Their bodies joined, flesh pressed intimately against flesh and wet from their exertions and the waters that enveloped them. They lay entwined together, silent except for the sound of their labored breathing. Still and unmoving in the afterglow of their lovemaking, Muraki cradled his young lover in his arms. Burying his face in the crook of Oriya's neck, he breathed softly against the gradually gentling pulse. His senses dazzled by the fierce sensuality he had just experience, Oriya lean limply against his sempai all desire satisfied. The heat of from the spring was making him drowsy and he snuggled closer when Muraki massage his nape lightly.

" Did I hurt you? You should be still sore after last night... " The low rich baritone was faintly apologetic.

Oriya made a negative sound and shook his head.

And in rare humor, Muraki muttered.

" Then, let's get out of this hot spring, I'm starting to wrinkle."