YnM Fanfiction

Sakura

Written by Calis

Disclaimer: YnM belongs to Yoko Matsushita-sensei

Special Chapter One: Prelude to Desire

Caught by the light that glimmered in those silver eyes, Oriya froze like a rabbit mesmerized by the hypnotizing dance of a cobra. He sensed danger yet there was another undercurrent that swirled between them. Muraki came towards him with a grace that was reminiscent of a stalking panther that Oriya had seen when Muraki had came to his aid except that this time, Oriya was his prey. Oriya retreated but his limbs were heavy, moving too slowly and when his hand encountered the smooth even finish of a wall, he knew it was too late. Muraki was too near and when he placed his hands by the side of Oriya's face, he effectively sealed off any means of escape.

" Muraki sempai...."

" Hush... "

Muraki fingered a lock of raven hair, touching it to his lips. Oriya's hazel eyes widened when those warm lips lightly grazed the column of his throat lingeringly, teasingly. Making a warm, moist trail as teeth and tongue nibbled and tasted their way down the younger man's half-naked chest. Eager fingers pushed aside the encumbering lapels of his robe and caressed intimately the warm flesh of an exposed thigh.

" Are you afraid of me, Oriya? " Muraki whispered against his ear erotically.

Oriya tried to resist but his body was responding with the desire that he had thought banished. It was wrong his mind reasoned frantically but a moan of need escaped from his parted lips as the older youth with silver hair pressed him against the wooden wall, wedging his legs apart to better cradle the hard body that now kneaded sensually against his own. Overwhelmed by his own longing, Oriya's lips involuntarily formed a single word.

" No... "

" Good. " The deep sensuous voice murmured with an unspoken promise.

Oriya had not recollection of how they made their way into his room as his mind reeled from what was happening. It was no hallucination or fantasy. The lips that fused and mated hungrily in a duel of tongues were hot and wet. The fingers that seem to roam over every inch of his skin branded him like fire. The weight that pushed against his body, crushing him against the futon was real and physical. He was mad with the need to touch the tall fair body that seems to dominate him so completely without any effort. With a growl that was almost feral, the dark haired youth snaked out one bare arm that curled possessively around the older youth’s neck even as another encircled a still clothed thigh. It was with satisfaction when he rolled over, pinning Muraki beneath him.

Muraki laughed softly at Oriya’s sudden aggression but that soon turned to moans of desire when strong blunt fingers snaked under his shirt and found the flat male nipples. Emboldened by the eighteen-year-old's reaction, Oriya rubbed the sensitive nubs roughly between his thumb and forefinger before he lowered his head to take one into his mouth through the thin barrier of cotton. Muraki jerked and his back arched instinctively as the younger boy sucked. A throaty groan of protest issued from the older youth’s lips when Oriya released him to fumble with the buttons of Muraki’s shirt before finally ripping it off, sending buttons flying across the room in his haste. Reclaiming his abandoned prize, Oriya used his tongue to flick and chafe against the responsive peak as he loomed over Muraki on his knees. The boy’s long dark hair fell over his shoulders, a heavy silken mass that covered his lover’s pale leanly muscled body like a mantle making the older boy writhe with the exquisite friction as Oriya marked every inch of firm naked flesh he uncovered with kisses.

“ You are such a delightful surprise, my dear Oriya. ”

Muraki’s voice dropped to a husky murmur and he smiled at the pleasure to come when as he unfastened his trousers. He made quick work of the garment, sliding out of his underwear to reveal his naked glory to dark hazel eyes. Oriya stared at the alabaster perfection that was Muraki in open fascination and suddenly unsure of himself, he started to draw back but one strong hand laced long slender fingers into his hair pulling him back down to straddle strong strapping thighs. Muraki held Oriya’s wrists, guiding them towards his partially aroused length.

“ I will teach you much if you are willing to learn, Oriya… How to give pleasure and be pleasured in return… Are you willing, Oriya? ” Silver eyes meet their dark counterparts as they searched for an answer.

“ Show me what to do… Muraki-sempai… ” Oriya’s voice was a rough throaty rasp.

“ Touch me. ”

Tentatively, Oriya followed as Muraki’s lead until his fingers encountered the silvery swirls of fine hair that marked the based of his manhood. Moving up, he took the thick warm shaft in his hands carefully and began to stroke the smooth velvet tip with light hesitant caresses. Muraki gasped as he hardened quickly under Oriya’s unschooled administrations. He longed to bury himself deep into his young lover’s body and lose himself in wild uncontrolled lust but fought down the compulsion.

“ Enough! ” His tone was a little harsh and Oriya flinched, releasing him hastily.

“ Did I do something wrong, Muraki-sempai? ”

“ No, Oriya. You didn’t do anything wrong but everything right. Anymore and I might very well do something I will regret. Gomen ne, Oriya, ” Muraki whispered and nibbled Oriya’s earlobe as he eased the boy’s slighter body on top of his larger frame.

“ Now let me show you what pleasure is. ”