Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2005 17:53:34 -0500
From: post modern sleaze <postmodernsleazefics@googlemail.com>
Subject: Anonymity Nowhere, part 6

Anonymity Nowhere
By Dead Caffeine Junkie & Keishi

Chapter Six

Iki was terrified, or rather, had been. Scared of what Alerio thought of
him now that he knew and above all, scared that he'd leave him. But he
guessed that it was alright when Alerio just held him after all that, and
kissed him like he'd never been kissed before, in ways that he hadn't
thought were possible to be kissed. Every touch on his body was like Alerio
kissing the dark, twisted shards of what he was, like now that he'd been
told everything, he could love it all. He reached to hold Alerio's hand,
twining their fingers and holding on like a drowning man.

Alerio's lips met with the skin of Iki's forehead all the way down to his
chin, bypassing his mouth just to reacquaint himself with it moments
afterwards. It was silent in the room, deafening in it's quietness, and
Iki's cheeks were salty-stained with tears he probably hadn't even realized
he'd shed. Alerio kissed those, too, kissed everything he could. Since he
had no words, had no other use for his mouth, he kissed, and held, and
comforted. He squeezed Iki's hand in his own, reassuring, reaffirming the
corporeal. He wasn't going anywhere; he wanted Iki to know that.

Iki tugged at Alerio, needing his weight over him to keep him down, because
he felt like this was a dream and he was floating away; like taking too
much heroin. He clutched Alerio gently, but still firmly, but his ever
constant fear was assuaged by Rio simply holding his hand. He brought a
hand up to Rio's face and smoothed his thumb down his cheek, where his
mother had slapped him what seemed like aeons ago and he had to say it. He
had to say it now cause it would never be truer. "I think I love you."

Alerio raised his head, blinking down at Iki. Shock, was the first word
that entered his brain at Iki's confession. Shock, denial, and, underneath
everything, contentment. It was what he'd been striving for, wasn't it?
Maybe not quite to that kind of level, but deep down, maybe so. Each and
every memory of Iki was etched in Alerio's mind, overtaking chemistry
equations and learned prose from English class. He remembered when he'd
first seen him, and the night they spent in the adult theatre was as
detailed in his brain as when it'd happened. He wanted this, he knew, but
it was still scary. Here was the cliff, and his toes were hanging over the
edge, wiggling. Arms spread. Waiting. Waiting. Could he do it? Alerio
didn't know. He buried his face in Iki's neck and sobbed.

Iki hurt. This hurt bad. He'd made Alerio cry. He stroked his fingers
through Alerio's hair, almost panickedly, but restraining himself, being
gentle. "God Rio, I'm sorry... I'm sorry; I didn't mean to make you
cry. I'm sorry, please don't, please..." He said, calling himself an
idiot. It had been too soon. He'd just wanted Rio to know where he
stood. He kissed the top of Rio's head and felt on the verge of tears
himself.

"Shut up." Alerio lifted his head, his weight on Iki nearly forcing him
into the mattress. Tears glittered off his eyelashes, sooty with
eyeliner. "Fuck, just shut up. Don't say 'sorry.' If you care about me at
all like you say, don't fucking say you're sorry." He put his hands on
either side of Iki's face, their breath hot against one another's
face. Alerio's tears splashed on Iki's forehead as he bent and kissed
him. His lips were tinged with salty tears as he gasped into Iki's mouth,
his thumbs stroking the sides of Iki's face as he held it in place. His
mouth was possessive, and demanding, but there was also another quality in
his kisses. Love. Love that he couldn't yet say, despite knowing it was
there already.

Bemused, bothered and bewildered. Iki wondered how many other b-words he
could be right then. He was almost scared at Alerio's vehement words and
tear tasting kisses, but didn't try to break away. He was in now, and
Alerio could probably beat him to death slowly and he'd lie there and let
him do it. He was worried. Desperately worried, because he didn't
understand Alerio's tears and wanted to make it better, but couldn't. Time
and place and this should have been, but was neither. But he felt something
sad and sweet in those rough kisses as well, and they perplexed him, but
oddly, gave him some hope. He kissed back, opening and submitting and
offering.

Alerio couldn't get enough of Iki, he never could. His hands roamed,
wandered, and divested until Iki was practically naked before him. He
kissed him until they were delirious, then ran his mouth down his body,
careful not to leave a single centimeter untouched by hand nor mouth. He
attempted to distract Iki with his actions, keeping his eyes closed,
shutting out the warm, happy pain that he knew was in his eyes.

Iki wondered what Alerio was thinking, if he was pursuing sex with him to
banish what he'd said, cause Iki knew that if there was anything further
from love, it was sex. It would have been okay with him, but he worried,
and as Alerio divested him of clothing, his worries grew. Alerio wasn't
looking at him and that made him feel oddly absent, separated from the
other boy. He moaned softly under the attention, but sat up and locked
mouths with Rio quickly, before holding his head, hands on either
side. "Look at me." He asked. "Please don't shut me out, not now. Talk to
me."

Alerio grabbed Iki's wrists, not to move them away, but just for something
to hold onto. His eyes remained shut, the tears leaking down his cheeks
slowly. "I--" he began, stumbled. "I can't. I can't give you anything,
promise you anything." His voice was thick, and he broke down as he talked,
crumbling into Iki's hands as he held them to his face. He knelt on Iki's
bed, cried into his palms, and didn't have the strength to say anything to
him. Suddenly, the weight of the day was too much, and he fell-- into the
blanket, into Iki's arms, into oblivion as his mind just plain shut down on
him.

It had been a long time since anyone had said 'I love you' to him. So long,
he couldn't even remember. Maria used to laugh and say it all the time, but
it had been years since he'd heard a word from her, let alone any
laughter. The sheer thought that he could even be worth the shadow, the
thought of that-- of love-- was overwhelming in every sense of the word. It
simply couldn't be done, and Alerio's mind couldn't process it. So he died,
and he wept, and the world spun no matter what he did, but he felt as
broken as glass, thin and fragile and shattered.

Iki felt like he was falling with Alerio, the tears on his palms seemed his
own. Alerio crumpled down on him, and Iki felt helpless to do anything but
wrap his legs around Alerio's, his arms around the other boy's torso and
hold him tight, trying to squeeze this strange crying fit out of him,
whispering nothing to him, shhh, and other nonsense sounds that neither
boys had heard from their mothers, so which were entirely instinctual.

He brushed his fingers through his hair, stroked his head, let Alerio just
cry and dissolve into him. "I don't want anything from you, I don't want
anything you can't give... it's okay... shhh babe, shhh... it's okay, it's
alright..."

Alerio cried for what felt like forever. He lost concept of time,
space... everything, lying there in Iki's arms much like a broken doll. The
words murmured in his ear were like a soothing, calming mantra that he
clung to as much as he did the tiny body his own covered.

When he was done, he kept his face hidden in Iki's neck, content to just
breathe in the scent of his skin, wet with Alerio's own tears. He trembled,
scared, but the fear was like a familiar ball in the pit of his stomach,
not overwhelming him as it had before. It was manageable fear.  Sitting up
slightly, Alerio ran a hand over Iki's forehead, looked down into his
face. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I... I just have a hard time w-with that
word..." he trailed off, hiccuping.

Iki took Alerio's hand with his own and kissed the very centre of his
palm. "S'okay." he said genuinely. "I understand. We can take it however
fast you want okay, and... If we ever get to things like this... well, we
can deal. See, we're dealing." He pulled Alerio back down to rest on his
chest and petted his hair softly.

He was tired, suddenly so very tired. Alerio sighed, resting on Iki's
chest. The sound and feel of Iki's heartbeat was calming. He closed his
eyes and let the feel of Iki's life beat against him, drifting off not into
slumber, but into a kind of tensionless trance, his body deadweight on the
bed, on Iki. His hand curled and stroked Iki's side, the skin wondrous on
his fingers. "I could, you know. I could love you," he said,
matter-of-fact. "I probably already do, it's just buried in there with all
the fear, and hurt, and past memories, that I can't find it yet." He
laughed, "it's like my heart is one big yard sale, and I can't seem to find
the one thing in there that isn't for sale." He lifted his head, smiled
into Iki's eyes, and kissed him again-- but this time it was different from
every one before it.

Iki didn't react as badly as Alerio had to the 'L' word cause he didn't
quite believe it. Or he did believe it but didn't think it would last. But
this was subconscious, and the way Rio spoke made Iki believe it. He was so
genuine, and everything about Iki except that tiny wrapped away ball of
jaded cynic believed Alerio too. And when Alerio kissed him, it tasted
new. New but good and so good it was scary, like it wasn't meant for him,
and Iki kissed back with the same sentiment, and apprehension. But now, at
least, they were on the same page, both WOULD love each other, but they
were both scared witless by it, like any other unknown thing.

With their uncertain future looming on the horizon, Alerio rolled to line
Iki's side, his arm above his head, the other warm and heavy on his
stomach. They pulled up blankets, and settled in, kissing one last,
lethargic time before sleep overtook them. Exhausted, they slept soundly
until morning.

^^^^^^^

The first thing Alerio realized when he came back into awareness was that
there was a distinct, throbbing pain in his shoulder. Shifting slightly, he
drew in a quick breath when he realized that he was sleeping on it, at a
rather painful angle, no less. Blinking open his eyes revealed to him just
why. He was curled around a peacefully sleeping Iki, who had latched onto
his arm and drew it so his neck lay on it, trapped between the bed and his
body. Alerio was hunched forward, like protective armor at Iki's back, his
other arm draped over his hip, fingers tightening possessively. Somehow,
they were naked, and Alerio was having a hard time remembering when they'd
taken off their clothes. Sun filtered into the room in visible rays, dust
particles floating lazily through the air. It was peaceful, homey, and if
the weight of the previous day hadn't already settled on his mind, Alerio
really would have enjoyed the atmosphere. Slipping himself free of Iki, he
shook the boys' shoulder, whispering softly into his ear, "Iki, come on,
wake up." He had no idea what time it was, but judging by sun's rays, it
was late.

Iki woke up with a gasp and a slight jump, looking round to see who he was
in bed with. He saw Rio and was totally confused for a second, wondering
why they were naked and in bed together before yesterday came back to him
and he stretched, relaxing and yawning. He turned over and threaded his
arms around Alerio's waist, burying his head in the other boy's chest and
sighing as he closed his eyes again.

Alerio smiled down at Iki, unable to help himself. "Come on, baby, we gotta
get up," he said, smoothing his hand down Iki's back, dipping under the
covers but not quite reaching his ass. When he got no response, he kissed
Iki's forehead. Still nothing, so he tipped Iki's face up to his, and
lightly bit the tip of his nose.

Iki bit Alerio's chin in response, then grumbled, still with his eyes
closed, as if if he did, he wouldn't loose the ability to fall back
asleep. "Whhhhhhyyyyy?" he complained. He threw one leg over Alerio's and
tilted his face down away from Rio to avoid another bite.

Alerio laughed, a rumbling sound low in his chest and throat as he wiped
off his chin. "Hmmm, why you ask?" He pressed his weight onto Iki, easily
sliding over him, and began kissing down his neck and chest, his hand
wandering lower. "Don't you want to be awake when I give you the best blow
job of your life?"

Iki made a sleepy purring noise with Alerio's weight pressed down
comfortably on him. He spread his legs a little to frame Alerio between
them and sighed and rolled his head back as Alerio kissed down his front,
his hand petting through Rio's hair, wiggling slightly under Rio's
hand. "Of my life?" He asked, playfully amused. "But how will you know?"

Alerio grinned wide, thoroughly amused. He cocked his head to one side
thoughtfully. "I thought everything was better once you're in looove," he
teased.

Iki stopped for a second, just stopped everything to wonder if Rio wasn't
taunting him about his feelings... maybe it was just possible that Rio was
accepting them too. "It is?" he asked semi-evasively, looking back into
honey brown eyes.

"Hey," Alerio sat up, catching Iki's face between his hands. He pressed his
forehead to Iki's, staring. "It's alright, okay? We're alright. This is
good." He kissed Iki briefly.

Iki relaxed back into boneless just woken up mode, only it was an
un-tensing of something deeper than muscle and bone as well. He stroked up
and down Alerio's waist gently, while languidly kissing back.

Alerio kissed Iki's mouth, then his nose, laying tiny kisses along his
jawline before sighing, and settling on his chest, his head perfectly
positioned to listen to Iki's heartbeat against his ribcage. He rubbed the
bridge of his nose wearily. "I don't know what's going to happen today," he
said, suddenly weary.

Iki wrapped both arms around Alerio -the same action a person does when
they are cold, only he wasn't cold and he wasn't a single person- and held
him close. "Que sera, sera." He murmured. "I'm here with you no matter what
happens."

"I guess I should go back there today-- back to my mom's," he clarified,
biting the nail of his thumb. "I want to check on Maria, make sure she's
okay. Mom should be at work today, but I don't know if she went in or
not. She's not the most dedicated employee." He shrugged, warmed by Iki's
embrace. "What are you doing today?" he asked Iki, moving his head to look
up at him.

Iki squeezed Rio a little when he spoke about going back to his mums. He
looked back down at him at the question and raised an eyebrow. "Me? Oh, I
thought I'd plant some dahlias in the back garden, it's a wonderful day for
some planting... the fuck do you think I'm doing, I'm coming with you of
course." He said without anger.

Alerio laughed, loudly, at Iki's words. Straddling his hips, he got a
wicked gleam in his eye. "Alright, smartass," he challenged, "take this!"
He attacked Iki's naked sides with his fingers, tickling mercilessly.

Iki watched Alerio sit up nervously, wondering if he'd done something wrong
for a second, but then realized things were going to get much worse. He
almost screamed with giggles when Alerio tickled him, but slapped a hand
over his mouth in time, not wanting to have Mrs. Weatherman stick her head
in... Not that he CARED, of course, he just didn't want to be
disturbed. "No, no, no, I'm sorry, ah, I give, I give!!!" he said between
helpless laughter and trying to escape, with no success whatsoever.

Alerio captured Iki, dragging him under the covers with him, wrestling and
tackling and generally just trying to keep the worries of the outside world
at bay. It felt perfect there, that moment-- just him and Iki and being
nude and not caring, talking, laughing, playing, loving. He was entirely
reluctant to get out of that bed, ever.

Iki fought Alerio back but never gained the upper hand. Not that he
minded. He pulled the covers over their heads totally, on a whim, and put a
finger to his lips for Alerio to be quiet. "Shhhh..." he said, his
seriousness spoiled by the massive grin on his face. "We're hiding from the
police." He laid very still, head turned as if he was listening out.

Alerio tried to adopt a serious look to his failure, a grin peeking out and
his eyes sparkling with mischief. He lay behind Iki, spooning him,
whispering, "We're lovers, on de run from de raw. You be Bonnie, I'll be
Clyde." He made a gun out of his hands, shooting it at the bedcovers and
blowing away the imaginary smoke.

Iki giggled, then grabbed Rio's 'gun hand' and pulled it across his chest,
so he could kiss each fingertip. "They'll never get us. We're too
clever... also, we can't die here it'll be bad TV."  Alerio laughed,
full-throated, just a bit too loud. He flattened Iki into the mattress with
his body, kissing him senselessly, hands immediately wandering.

Iki moaned into Alerio's mouth as he played tag with his partner-in-crime's
tongue, his own hand resting neatly in the small of Rio's back (he was
beginning to love that place) while the other one was pinned under Alerio.

Alerio arched into Iki's touch, wanting more contact than that. He purred
deeply, rubbing his cheek against Iki's catlike, before he kissed him
again. Their legs were tangled in the covers, pulling them down to about
the middle of the bed, exposing their naked upper halves to the cold air of
the room.

Iki rubbed one foot up Alerio's leg and back down, his free hand drifting
down slowly to cup underneath Alerio's ass and pull him up against him,
before it teasingly ascended up towards Rio's back again.

"Ah, fuck!" Alerio hissed into his mouth as his erection came into contact
with Iki's groin. He bucked, hard, catching Iki's lower lip with his teeth
and biting, not enough to bruise, just to stimulate. All playful thoughts
fled from his mind, replaced quickly with a lust more powerful than he
really wanted it to be. He wasn't much in control, and his trembling body
attested to that fact.

Iki made a quick high desperate sounding noise when Alerio bit his mouth
and bucked into him, and slid his hand down to Alerio's butt to pull him
back again like before. He propped one leg up so that he could push back up
at Alerio a little, and had to remember to breathe.

Something about Iki's hand gripping his ass made Alerio hot, hotter than
before. He grabbed Iki's other hand, wedged between them, and kissed the
knuckles before raising it above their heads, his grip on his wrist
tight. His hips snapped rhythmically, instinctually, grinding against Iki
as his mouthed sucked and licked at Iki's collarbone.

Iki relished the pseudo bondage action of Rio pinning his wrist down above
his head. He arched his back, his head tilted that way as well, making
sharp little whimpers in time with each of Alerio's thrusts, losing the
power of speech and gripping and ungripping Alerio's ass.

Alerio groaned, sucking Iki's whimpers down his own throat, the plaintive
sounds like fuel to the fire in his belly. The hand holding Iki's wrist
convulsed, the catalyst to a shudder that ran the length of Alerio's
body. "Want you," he whispered, teeth tugging at Iki's ear. "Want you so
bad."

Iki was feeling dizzy. Alerio's teeth on him and his words were making more
than his head spin... He groaned and pressed up into Alerio, writhing
slowly. "Yes, yes, yes..." he panted suddenly. "Take me, you can have me,
have me..."

Iki's words sounded distorted to his ears, frantic. Slowing his movements,
Alerio opened his eyes and stared down at Iki, watching his face
carefully. "Do you want.." '...me?' "...this?"  Iki panted, wound up and
fleetingly worried that Alerio was going to leave him like this. Alerio's
careful stare calmed him a little though. "Yes." he said again. "I haven't
wanted anything more than this." He was still, watching Alerio, but
trembling with tension.

Alerio descended, catching Iki's lips with his as soon as the words had
left them. He was forceful, unrelenting now that there was no confusion
between them. He wanted Iki, but he needed to be wanted by him more. Alerio
refused to hold back, kissing fiercely, running his hands voraciously over
Iki's small body. He didn't hesitate when he came to his erection, fisting
it with sure fingers.

Iki didn't even have time to stop and think, he was just flooded by
Alerio's sudden passion. He tried keeping up and was succeeding admirably
until Alerio grabbed his dick and started jacking him off with the same
frenzy he was putting into everything. His previously unpinned hand slammed
into the headboard above his head, but he didn't even feel the pain as he
bit his lip and then gasped. "Rio, God, Rio, yes, yes! ..." he babbled,
tending to lose control of speech at times like these.

Alerio held himself above Iki, eating at his words as they passed his lips,
his own cock full with blood and throbbing balefully in its unrelieved
state. He held himself up with one hand, the other working Iki's shaft so
he had no other way to stimulate himself so he shifted, rubbing the head of
himself against Iki's thigh. The friction was enough to not make him go
crazy, but he wanted more, much more. He wanted inside Iki, though he
didn't know the mechanics of it all, but he knew that was what he wanted,
above all else. To have Iki's body around him. "God, Iki..." he groaned,
slow and long.

Iki noticed Alerio's state and brought his own hand down to share his
pleasure. "Wh-what do you want to do?" He asked.

"I don't know..." Alerio panted, whispered into his ear. "I don't
know... fuck, I just want you, baby. I want you so bad... help me have you,
baby..." he trailed off, moaning loudly as Iki touched him, fondled him. It
was good, it just wasn't... enough.

Iki pulled Alerio down on him, with some difficulty, and kissed him hard on
the mouth. "Do you want to fuck me?" he asked, watching Alerio's face.

Alerio growled, leaning forward and shoving his tongue down Iki's
throat. Nothing was turning him on more than those words coming out of
Iki's pretty throat. "Fuck, yes," he groaned into Iki's mouth, his hand
still working his cock effortlessly.

Iki got more aroused with the sheer lust Alerio was showing... he wanted
him. Iki reached down and grabbed Alerio's hand, pulling it off his
cock. "Keep that up and it'll be over before we begin..." He said,
breathing hard. He flailed an arm out towards his bedside cupboard. "Top
drawer, blue tube, on top..."

Alerio reached over, stretching his body, and yanked the drawer open. He
rummaged around sightlessly until his hand closed on something that felt
like a tube, at least. "Condom?" he asked.

Iki watched Rio go through his drawer. "I've been tested recently, I'm
clean." he said. "But its up to you baby." He wanted it to be perfect for
Rio's first time.

Alerio hesitated, the blue tube grasped in his hand. He really didn't know
what Iki was talking about, being 'clean,' but he trusted Iki, and trusted
Iki to think for them in situations like this. "So no condom?" he ventured.

Iki stroked Alerio's chest almost absently. "Well, I've got no STD's and I
doubt you have so..." He grinned. "Do you wanna fuck me with a rubber or
bareback?" He stroked Alerio's leg with his foot. "I don't care, as long as
you pick soon..."

"Fuck," Alerio whined, rubbing himself against Iki's leg fitfully. "I don't
know, I don't CARE... Iki..." he gripped Iki's hips, looking down their
bodies at their groins, his face twisted in unrelief. "Fuck, let's just
forget it," he said, referring to the condom. "Tell me what to do, Iki,
please, hurry." He bit his lower lip hard.

Iki pulled Rio's arm over to him, and took the lube, pulling him down for a
kiss with his other hand. He kept Alerio's attention with kissing, while he
flipped the cap and squeezed lube out onto his fingers. Trying to be
discreet and not tip Rio off just yet, he carefully wormed his hand down
between his legs and slid one inside himself. He grabbed Rio's arm and
couldn't help but break the kiss and moaning softly.

Alerio lost himself in the kiss, running his lips over Iki's jawline when
he moaned, his own hand petting Iki's stomach and dipping lower to thread
his fingers in the short, damp curls at the base of Iki's cock. He vaguely
wondered what was going on, but had a pretty good idea as he watched Iki's
hand disappear between his legs. The sight was so fucking sexy to Alerio's
half-lidded eyes.

Iki watched Alerio watching him stretch himself and his gaze turned him
on. He let go of Rio's arm and grabbed hold of his own knee, pulling it
back so he was spread further and so that Rio could see better. His single
finger was joined by a second, and his breathing turned erotically careful
as he swallowed hard and twisted his fingers inside himself, letting out
little gasps when he nicked himself with his fingernails accidentally.

Alerio's eyes widened momentarily as Iki spread his legs, incredibly
aroused by the sight of him touching himself so intimately. His gaze
traveled up Iki's body, his hand mimicking his motions until his index
finger was poised at the seam of Iki's lips. He pushed in lightly, asking
silently. He was suddenly infinitely curious.

Iki made a sigh that was more a moan and his eyes slid shut as his fingers
slid into him, only they didn't reopen as he pulled his fingers back
out. He didn't pull Rio's fingers in, but opened his mouth very slightly,
to let Rio do what he wanted to with him.

Alerio let his fingertip slide into the slight opening of Iki's mouth,
mimicking what he thought Iki was doing to his lower extremities. In and
out, a bit more each time, encouraging Iki to suck on his finger. His lips
were like dynamite to his consciousness, the way they were shaped around
his finger. What he really wanted was to do to Iki what he was doing to
himself, but he was afraid he'd hurt him, and that was the last thing he
wanted to do.

Iki sucked and mewled on Rio's fingers like a nursing animal, spreading his
legs more to try and push his fingers up further inside himself but it
wasn't working. He looked at Rio with pleading eyes gone green ringed ink
and licked Rio's fingers out of his mouth to pant. "Rio, Rio, I can't
reach... I can't... please... help..."

Alerio's eyes nearly closed at the begging tone of Iki's voice. It was rich
with honey and other illicit things, making him growl and press his lips
bruisingly to the mouth that spoke them. "Give me some of lube," he broke
to pant, barely, "teach me..." His hand slid down to rub wet fingers over
Iki's hand buried inside himself.

Iki moaned loud, and it drew out into a long curse... "Ooooh, Gooood....."
feeling Alerio's fingers over his own buried inside his body was one of the
hottest things he'd ever felt in his life. He groped for the lube and when
he found it, uncapped it and squeezed a plentiful amount over Rio's
hands. "Usually... more the merrier, but there can be exceptions..." he
said gaspingly. He pulled his fingers out of himself, whimpering at the
empty feeling, but clasped Rio's hand with his. "Usually one finger, then
work up..." he said. "Scissor on two, then add more until your partner's
ready..." He twisted his hips needily. "But I want your fingers in me, give
me three..."

Alerio grinned lecherously, licking the side of Iki's face playfully. He
lubricated his fingers one-handed, haphazardly since they were damn well
covered anyway from the amount Iki'd slathered on. He compromised with
Iki's words, sliding two into the mildly-stretched hole, wondering at the
tight ring he'd had to press through. The sensation was unlike anything
he'd ever experienced before, the suction immediate and oddly alluring as
Alerio thought what that might possibly feel like around his dick. He
watched Iki's face carefully, sliding his fingers in as much as he could
without cramping, and began moving them back and forth against each
other. Experimentally, he curved them forward, seeing how far he was able
to go.

When Rio pushed his fingers into him, Iki stopped breathing. It wasn't just
the feeling, it was that Alerio looked so intent, the look on his face as
he did this for the first time... Iki was going to be Rio's first
time... He closed his eyes again, `cause if he kept looking he was going to
cum there and then. He moaned and purred and rolled his hips until Rio
curved his fingers and hit his prostate. "Oh GOD!" Iki yelped. "Again, God
Rio, again..."

Alerio flexed his fingers, groaning along with Iki as he found his prostate
again, rubbing incessantly against it. He shut his eyes tight, the image of
Iki flailing around too much for him. He was full to bursting, his cock
angry and practically vibrating, tight against his stomach and cursing his
fingers for knowing what it had yet to experience. He wanted inside this
heat, wanted inside Iki it was damn near painful, and he slipped the third
finger home, curving that one as well.

"Oh fuck!" Iki wailed, voice sounding pleading, his body shuddering every
time Rio rubbed his sweet spot. "Fuck-fuck-fucking HELL Rio, oh, oh, yes,
yes, fuck me, fuck me with your fingers Rio, oooohhhh,
please... please... deeper, deeper..." He babbled, he was only half aware
of the words coming out of his mouth, working himself harder on Rio's
fingers as best as he could.

"Iki..." Alerio moaned/whined, his face smashed against Iki's
sweat-drenched neck. His mouth was open, his breath hot on Iki's
collarbone, as his arm constantly flexed, driving his fingers in
further. "Fuck, Iki... I need you. I fucking need you, want you..." He bit
Iki's neck, his body lined against his side, thrusting against his
thigh. "Please, Iki..."

Iki's breathing was coming out as short little cut-off sounds, groans when
Rio went deeper, until he heard Rio's hot words whispered into his neck. He
tilted his head back and moaned throatily when Rio bit him, then dragged
the other boy between his thighs. "Yes, yes, Rio..." he breathed, removing
Rio's fingers unwillingly. "Take me, fuck me now..." He held Alerio's dick
and settled it with just the tip at his hole, holding it steady. "Okay,
just, shove yourself in, drive in, take me baby, please, I want you to..."

Alerio didn't hesitate, running his hips forward, pressing ungently against
the hole his fingers had become quite familiar with. When the head of his
cock was past the ring of muscle, he let out a sound more animal than
human, holding himself with his elbows locked above Iki. "Fuck," he bit out
as he slid forward even more. Soon he was completely seated inside Iki.

Iki gasped for air as Rio slid into him, too slowly until he was all the
way in and Iki could feel Rio as if he were living inside him. His hands
rested on either side of his head, and he turned his head forward to look
up at Rio, seated inside him. "Good?" he asked in a strained voice.

Alerio had no words, so he just leaned down and kissed Iki-- hard. He drew
out as he did so, and slid back in fast; then back out, faster still. He
grabbed Iki's hand, one then the other, and held them above his head,
fingers laced. Once his hips started moving he couldn't have stopped or
slowed them if he tried with all his might.

Iki arched his back and writhed under Rio, loving how Rio pinned him down
so tenderly. He curled one leg around Rio's waist and pulled himself down
to meet Rio's thrusts up, each jolt tearing a pant from him. But it didn't
feel... it was slightly off... "Rio, harder." He groaned suddenly. That was
what it was. "Harder, harder, you can fuck me harder... I won't break... I
need it harder, fucking bruise my insides." He whimpered, entreating.

Hips bucking, Alerio bit his bottom lip in the effort to drive as fast and
brutal into Iki as he could. Somehow, he knew it wasn't enough, would never
be enough. The friction was good, the pace too fast, his hips straining as
he tried to give Iki what he wanted. He squeezed his eyes shut, releasing
Iki's hands. He shifted onto his knees, gripping his hips and bringing them
up to meet him thrust for thrust. He let out a long groan as he felt his
orgasm slipping its way down his spine. It was too soon.

Iki wailed and begged and knew Rio was trying but he needed more... Rio
picked him up onto his hips and started pulling him into every stroke, and
that was better, making Iki moan helplessly and let himself be shoved by
Rio's thrusts, but still... he had an idea and grabbed Rio's
shoulders. "Wait!"

"Are you fucking insane?!" Alerio cried, releasing Iki, letting him fall
back onto the mattress. They were disconnected with an odd popping sound as
Alerio slid from within Iki.

Iki nearly sobbed at the loss and sat up with speed borne of desperation;
planting his hands on Alerio's chest and pushing gently but firmly back,
lying him over on his back. "Better way, trust me..." he said, trying to
get Rio's legs out from under him.

Rio lay back, lacing his hands together above Iki's ass,
trusting. "Hurry..." he panted.

Iki didn't even tell him not to worry; he just straddled his hips and slid
back down onto Alerio's dick, throwing his head back, his hands planted on
Alerio's chest. "Oh God, Yes!" he sighed as he was finally filled deep. He
put a hand on the wall beside them and used it as leverage to pull himself
up and drop back down hard. "Fuck!" He yelped, and did it again. "Yes..."
he started bouncing faster, each drop down forcing another expletive from
his lips. He looked down at Rio and bit his bottom lip, before rolling his
head back again, moaning steadily.

Alerio was struck dumb by the image of Iki pistoning up and down on his
dick. It was erotic, amazing, damn near the most fucking beautiful thing
he'd ever seen. For a long moment, all he could do was stare, the sensation
of Iki around him forcing out a string of wordless noise from his
throat. His hands lay useless for a handful of moments, before one had the
bright idea to close around Iki's erection.

Iki stiffened and his voice disappeared as he bucked his hips off Alerio's
cock and into his fist. He slammed down hard, again and again and again
until he was so close... "Oh, baby, I'm gonna come." He warned Rio.

"Fuck, baby, come for me, baby!" Alerio babbled out, his own orgasm
dangerously near. He tensed, letting go of Iki's cock, and grabbed the boy,
surging upward to meet him halfway. His orgasm hit just as their lips met,
and he screamed into Iki's mouth, sweat and heat dripping off of him as he
pumped viciously into Iki, emptying himself.

Iki flailed like a pretty broken doll, letting Rio just slam him down onto
his cock, opened his mouth for the kiss as he'd opened his body, swallowing
Rio' cries and using them as his own, feeling Rio's cum shoot up inside
him, and then Rio's vicious hip-snapping final jerks as his orgasm ripped
through and Iki came as well, between their two locked bodies, biting on
his own lip, and barely missing Rio's.

Alerio collapsed, quite literally, a content white buzzing sound drowning
out everything in his head. He couldn't catch his breath, suddenly Iki was
heavy on him, and his entire body felt strained and ill-used. He couldn't
remember ever feeling better in his entire life. "That was amazing," he
barely gasped out, clutching at his chest.

Iki drew breath like he'd run a marathon. He couldn't even move... couldn't
even say anything back to Rio that would top that experience. He managed to
lift his hand and curl his fingers round Rio's, turn his head just a little
to kiss the corner of Rio's mouth sweetly. "You made it that way." He drug
up the strength to say.

Alerio pulled Iki to him, kissed back just as breathlessly. His eyes closed
and his breathing slowed. It was still morning, albeit on the edge of noon,
and already he was too tired to do anything but hold Iki and drift off
happily into a dreamless sleep. Iki's words made him smile, and he opened
his mouth to say something in retaliation, instead just kissing Iki's mouth
again, wetly, sleepily.

Iki couldn't summon the energy to even kiss now. He licked over Rio's lips,
then promptly fell asleep, hand still weaved with Rio's.

TBC.