A Passing Stranger

by Shannon

            Aoi would sit on the street corners holding his sleek black acoustic, as passerby flipped him coins. Aoi didn’t sing, but he strummed pretty well; or so he thought, until one day a stranger stopped and listened.

            Aoi had closed his eyes and got an emotional tingle in his spine as he fretted the neck and plucked his fingers across the strings. His brows clenched as he slipped up and down the neck, caressing the blackened, steel plated wood, as he often did his own of late. Aoi got a little tense as he felt someone was watching him and he drew his playing to a close as he opened his eyes slowly to see red designer sneakers staring up at him.

            Aoi let his eyes move up following the flow of the jeans to the red shirt covered in a white leather vest. The arms that flowed from the hands stuck in the pockets were lean and smooth. Aoi’s breath caught slightly as he continued up to the bright smile that spread widely across smooth features.

            “You’ve got passion,” the stranger commented.

            “A-Arigato,” Aoi found himself stuttering as his eyes followed the well trimmed brows and light make-up around the deep brown eyes, and the shock of red hair that seemed so soft in the light that shone behind the figure.

            “How long have you been playing?” He asked.

            “I.” Aoi grunted to get his voice in order and looked back to the ground. “I’ve been playing since I was a young kid.”

            “You can’t be that old,” the stranger said. “Maybe 20, if that.” The stranger knelt down and tried to catch Aoi’s eye by waving his hand in his line of vision. “What’s your name?”

            “Aoi,” he replied in a quiet voice.

            “Aoi, I’m Die,” the stranger said with another smile.

            Aoi looked up just in time to be caught by that smile and he felt glad to be sitting as his knees felt weak, and try as he might to suppress it a small shiver ran through his legs.

            “Are you ok?” Die asked seeing the young man shivering.

            “I, I’m fine,” Aoi said a little shakily, as his face paled and a pink tinge graced his cheeks.

            “You don’t look fine,” Die said. “Do you need to be taken somewhere? Do you have a home I can get you to, maybe you should rest? Playing the guitar takes it out of me too.”

            Aoi started shaking his head then stopped and looked up at Die. “You play?”

            Die smiled. “Yup, acoustic and rhythm guitar.”

            Aoi felt himself melt into the smile as he pictured Die’s long fingers wrapped strongly around the neck, and pick floating across the strings. Aoi shook his head and took a deep breath, trying to gain his composure.

            “Look, you really don’t seem well,” Die said a little concerned look passing his face. “Let me take you for a drink, some food maybe?”

            Aoi felt his stomach groan at the offer, it had been awhile since he’d had a good meal, let alone a good rest, but he shook his head in embarrassment. “I’m fine really,” Aoi said and placed his guitar in its case, he moved to get up and Die grabbed his arm to help him. Aoi felt like an electric current passed through his flesh as Die touched him, and he stumbled into his arms.

            “Aoi,” Die said as he held the younger man up. “I can’t leave you like this, come to my apartment, you look like you could use somewhere warm.” Not intending to take no for an answer Die made sure Aoi could stand on his own then stooped to close up the guitar and lifted it up. Die moved back to Aoi and wrapped his warm arm around the young man’s waist to keep him upright, as he led him down the few blocks to his place.

            Aoi trembled into Die as he held him, not wanting to accept, but at the same time enthralled with his touch, Aoi followed along. Aoi was so confused, tired, hungry and most of all caught in a lust to be with this man.

            Die sat in his kitchen waiting for the tea to boil, he’d sent Aoi into the bathroom to shower and wear a robe as Die sent his clothes through the washing machine. He wasn’t sure why he was doing this, but he felt like being generous, and the boy was a damn fine player. Maybe Die saw it as his chance to be the leader type, to help a younger man to master his craft. Kaoru had said it might be a good idea after all, ‘to solidify your knowledge by teaching what you know’, and who could’ve guessed the perfect opportunity falls to his lap in the form of a talented street kid. Die heard the slight flap of wet feet along his floors and looked up to see Aoi, hair drenched and falling in his eyes, his robe closed tight but still revealing enough of his chest to be slightly, erotic. Die blushed slightly and smiled. “Clean?”

            Aoi nodded and looked at Die, was that a hint of red in his cheeks? “Demo, I don’t know how I can repay you for this.”

            “Don’t worry about it, the way I see it is, if I don’t do something for a stranger once in awhile I’ll die a sad old man.” Die laughed.

            Aoi smiled and a slight yawn made his jaw drop. Eyes widening Aoi covered his mouth. “Sumimasen.”

            Die laughed. “You can yawn; it’s only natural when you’re tired.”

            “I’m not tired,” Aoi said with a shake of his head as he let his hand fall from his face. “I’m too interested to be tired.”

            That pulled a blush, but Die moved to the tea pot hiding his face. “So how did you learn to play?”

            “I taught myself while listening to my favorite bands, when I was at home, but I…”

            “Ran away?” Die asked. “That’s ok, lots of kids want to do it, but few have the guts to, it’s a hard life, harder I think than just dealing with the stress at home.”

            “In most cases I’d agree,” Aoi said.

            Die nodded and left it at that, no need to pry into his life now; he was tired and no doubt hungry. “Do you want something to eat?”

            Aoi blushed. “I,” he giggled slightly but caught himself. “I couldn’t ask that of you, you’re doing too much for me Die.”

            Die gave Aoi a puzzled look, but shrugged. “Well if you want something later, just come and get it.”

            Aoi laughed, he couldn’t help it, sex was all he could manage to think about for some reason. In his shower he had thought about Die as he’d touched himself, but it didn’t bring him the usual pleasure and just wasn’t working so he’d finished washing and got out, on a prowl of his own desires to understand the strange reaction his skin had to Die’s touch.

            Die laughed at Aoi’s laugh, though he had no idea what was funny. Figuring it was just nerves and tiredness in his system, Die led Aoi with the tea cups into the living area, sitting on the couch Die set the cups on the table and watched Aoi sit next to him. “How long have you been on the streets?”

            “Long enough to not care or remember,” Aoi replied elusively as he scratched his chest lightly, sending his fingers deeper into the robe and pulling it open wider; he wrapped his feet underneath him and sighed with a hint of a moan.

            Die let his eyes wander down the pale chest and watched as a slight gape in the robe revealed a milky thigh. Die’s breath caught as he looked quickly into Aoi’s eyes, trying to hide his interest.

            Aoi felt his tiredness nearly overcoming him, but he kept his half-lidded eyes open enough to see Die’s wandering ones. “Die, when you touch me, I feel shocks, like the pinpricks of a dead limb waking, only deeper.”

            “You’ve felt that too?” Die asked. “I thought it was just me.”

            Aoi reached boldly and placed his hand on Die’s warm cheek; prickling goose bumps passed up his arms and raised the drying hairs at the back of his neck.

            Die reached a hand to Aoi’s as the shock of his touch passed to a dull thud in his heart.

            Aoi crawled to Die and pushed him back on the couch as he straddled him and pulled up his red shirt, sending his fingers crackling visible goose bumps along Die’s toned abdomen.

            Die moaned beneath him and felt a pressure rising steadily between his legs, he thought briefly that maybe he should stop this, but he was too entranced at the sensations.

            Aoi leaned and placed a firm kiss with his pouting lips, to Die’s own thick mouth. The shockwaves caused him to moan and pull away shivering on Die’s chest; his shakes caused the robe to fall open.

            Die shivered as well as he moved from beneath Aoi, he slipped on top of him and looked down at the body that the robe revealed for his viewing. Die licked dry lips and positioned himself between Aoi’s legs, leaning over the young man’s chest Die began to kiss the surface, brushing his lips gently but fervently across the expanse as he let his fingers brush along his hips.

            Aoi moaned indecently at the feel of the prickling shocks that hit him again and again as Die kissed him over. Aoi dug his fingers into Die’s hair as he felt the older man’s hands on his hips and bucked up towards him.

            Die lifted himself and pulled his shirt off then standing removed his restricting jeans. Kneeling once more above Aoi, Die quickened a nipple between his teeth, with a flicking tongue as he slipped a long finger up Aoi’s length.

            “Ah, Die,” Aoi called out loudly grabbing Die’s hair to hold him against the waves of shock induced pleasure.

            Die shook against Aoi as he moved down and kissed his bellybutton darting a quick tongue inside.

            Aoi’s hips bucked and he groaned and whimpered.

            Die pressed a finger into Aoi’s bellybutton as he took the young man’s erection into his mouth, completely engulfing the length.

            “Fuck, ah,” Aoi called out before his teeth clenched along with his fists into the couch cushion. The prickled shocks passed up and down his length as Die’s lips moved along him and he was close to his orgasm too soon. “Die, fuck,” Aoi whimpered unable to say much against the tides of pressure pushing from his core.

            Die pulled off Aoi and slipped a finger into him as he leaned up to kiss the trembling lips.

            Aoi tightened at the finger’s entry but melted against the kiss and parted his lips to play twining games with Die’s hot tongue. “Just do it Die,” Aoi panted breaking the kiss. “I can’t hold back anymore and I want you in me… Now,” Aoi nearly threatened.

            Die’s face flushed as he lifted the pale hips up, slicking his pre-cum around himself Die pushed his head into Aoi and stopped.

            Aoi screamed but definitely didn’t want Die to stop there; wrapping his legs around him Aoi pulled Die further, deeper within.

            Die held Aoi’s lower back firmly in his hands and thrust into Aoi as the shocks got deeper and stronger at the floodgates of their lust.

            Aoi moaned harshly and a tear seeped from his eye as he watched Die and the sweat building on his forehead. The shocks within were multitudes better than anything Aoi had felt in his whole life and as Die swept across his prostate Aoi nearly passed out in lustful pleasure.

            With Aoi’s tight heat, the shocks and his own forceful thrusting Die was soon close to falling over the edge, yet he never wanted this feeling to end. A plethora of sensations passed through him as he felt Aoi’s muscles tense around him.

            Aoi couldn’t take it and with a final shout of Die’s name he loosed his elixir onto the creamy skin of his abdomen, stars floating precariously in his vision.

            As Aoi came his muscles tightened around Die and thrusting hard and fast he spilled into Aoi, filling his willing embrace with his thick seed. Heaving breaths leapt to Die’s defense as his lungs threatened to collapse within. Die slipped gently from Aoi and panted resting his weight on shaking arms.

            Aoi reached up and pulled Die down next to him, making him rest his head on his chest. Aoi sighed and held Die as he sent his fingers through his sweat matted hair.

            Die wrapped an arm around Aoi and was nearly asleep when Aoi tapped his nose.

            “Happy Valentine’s Day,” Aoi whispered.

            “Is it?” Die asked. “I had no idea, guess a little cherub had his way with us then ne?”

            Aoi kissed the top of Die’s head and smiled as a yawn overtook him and he fell into a content sleep, warm and sated for once in his life.

Owari~

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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