Date: Wed, 28 Dec 2005 23:08:10 -0500
From: post modern sleaze <postmodernsleazefics@googlemail.com>
Subject: Anonymity Nowhere part 7

Anonymity Nowhere
By DeadCaffeineJunkie & Keishi


Chapter Seven

The sun was high and waning, a good indication that they'd slept a few
hours away, replenishing their energy.

Alerio had been awake for a good fifteen minutes, and he desperately needed
to take a piss, but there wasn't anything short of a natural disaster that
would have gotten him out of that bed.

He was propped up on one elbow, one hand intertwined with Iki's, lined
close against his back-- so close, in fact, Alerio was surprised he hadn't
woken him up, as hard as he was. He lay and watched the way Iki's chest
moved as he breathed, and thought.

He thought about his home life, and about school, and about the fact that
he would be turning eighteen within two months' time; almost a man. Mostly,
though, he thought about Iki, and the way the tiny man with electric
emerald eyes had changed him in so little time.

As he thought, his eyes curved over Iki's naked form. The blanket wasn't
even a factor, kicked off sometime during their... whatever it was, Alerio
thought. They were exposed to the room, but he didn't mind, in fact he
preferred it this way. Made tracing Iki's body a hell of lot easier to do.

The hand that wasn't trapped by Iki's fingers wandered lightly, trailing
his eyes. He smoothed bandaged fingers over Iki's hip, buttock, and thigh,
amazed at the bony contours. He was thin as a razor, all sharp planes and
jutting bones. His mouth was parted just so in slumber, his lips raw and
still too-plump from earlier. Flaky remnants of his orgasm tried in vain to
cling to his flat belly, but a sweep of Alerio's hand had them fluttering
off. As he did this, he watched how his much darker skin looked contrasted
to the whiteness of Iki's. He decided he liked the contrast, caramel to
cream.

He lay his head back down after a handful of minutes, content to keep his
hand on the lower part of Iki's abdomen, just above the small patch of
curls that dusted his pubic region. He curved his fingers, dragging the
pads of his fingertips lightly across the smooth muscle, back and forth in
a gesture meant to comfort, like petting a cat. He smiled and closed his
eyes, not to sleep but just to try and freeze-frame this feeling in his
head. This feeling of happiness.

Happiness. He rolled that around on his tongue, tasting it as if for the
first time. He really liked the way that made him feel. Burying his nose in
Iki's musky-smelling hair, he smiled. Happy.

Iki woke up slowly from dreamless sleep, both things odd to him. The
feeling of fingers gently dragging over his skin, just above the cradle of
his hips, slowly came to him and he didn't feel the usual flash of
uncertain panic, of 'who the hell is that?' because he KNEW it was
Alerio. He didn't open his eyes just yet though. He felt a humming ache
deep down inside himself and for once it made him happy.  He was enjoying
the still peace of the quiet they were lying in together, his breathing not
changing much from when he'd slept. Without moving, he felt the insistent
hardness of Rio against his lower back and wickedly, without opening his
eyes, he squirmed his body up against it as if he was simply moving in his
sleep. He fought to not giggle and won.

The movement made Alerio draw breath in quick, the wiggling causing the tip
of him to rest against the cleft of Iki's buttocks. He lay stock-still,
only remembering to breathe a good moment after Iki ceased his
movements. His fingers lay dormant on Iki's stomach, the nails digging in
lightly. He couldn't believe how such a small movement could make him want
to plunge himself back inside Iki so badly.

The increased pressure of Alerio's fingers on his stomach and the way the
other boy tensed up behind him let Iki know what effect his moving was
having, and he felt oddly glowy that Rio wasn't waking him up and was
instead letting him 'sleep'. But, as much as Iki loved him at that point
-and thinking that was like rolling over and falling out of bed- his
mischievous side wouldn't be squashed. He wiggled again, arching his back
and this time made a sleepy little mewling noise.

Alerio's entire body went hot at the mewl coming out of Iki's throat, his
grip tightening on Iki's stomach before he immediately went lax, forcing
his body not to respond to the way his ass was rubbing against him so
enticingly. Fuck, he wanted Iki again, but he was intent on letting him
sleep as long as he needed. He tried to shift away without too much
movement, but found their legs twined together in the blanket. `Shit,'
Alerio swore.

Iki stifled a giggle, but decided to let up on Alerio. He WAS trying so
hard to let Iki sleep, and Iki felt slightly bad about it now. He curled
their legs even more and pulled Alerio's hand, still twined in his, up to
his mouth, kissing his knuckles. He reached back with his free hand, the
one not trapped under him, and pulled Rio's hips forward towards him,
licking at their still joined fingers.

"Fuck..." Alerio whispered, more a hiss than anything else. He was caught
between an astonished laugh that Iki was awake, and a long moan at the
sudden flush of their bodies being pressed tight together. "You little
shit, you were awake the whole time, weren't you?" he murmured into his
ear, before pulling Iki's shoulder back and exacting his revenge, growling
and kissing Iki harshly.

Iki wondered for a second if Alerio was genuinely angry, but didn't think
he'd be being kissed so passionately if he was. He was sure Rio could feel
his smile even through his mouth's submission. He played tag with Rio's
tongue in his mouth and pressed back into Rio's erection, tugging Rio
forward at the same time once again, wanting Rio in him. Not that he wanted
to break the kiss to tell him that.

"Iki," Rio breathed, not exactly breaking the kiss, muttering into his
mouth. He laughed and gasped as Iki shoved backwards on him, his cock
throbbing. Not able to help himself, he curled his arm around Iki's neck as
he shoved forward, letting the head of his cock brush teasingly between his
cheeks, almost at his entrance. "Again?" he asked breathlessly.

Iki panted so lightly it was as if he wasn't breathing at all, Rio's arm
around his neck oddly panicking him in a good way. He whimpered at Rio's
teasing, wondering if this was payback. "Always with you..." he told Rio,
clutching at him and trying to twine their legs even more.

Alerio's breathing quickened, his hips moving ever so slightly, rubbing
himself against Iki. "Always?' he echoed, arching an eyebrow as his arm
tightened, drawing Iki's head backwards so he could run his tongue along
the rim of his ear. His other hand fumbled behind him for where he thought
he remembered the lube to be. Closing his fingers around it, he one-handed
squeezed some into his palm. His breathing was even heavier as he slicked
himself.

Iki gasped on Rio's tightening arm, wondering if the fact that this seemed
to be actually intensifying his arousal made him sick. He wondered if
Alerio would mind if it did. He made a high, slightly choked sound, his
free hand coming to hold Rio's arm where it was, in case Rio thought he
wasn't liking this and moved it, so he didn't feel Rio grab for the lube,
too distracted to wonder where Rio's pushing hips had gone.

Rio bit his lip, wanting desperately to just push his way inside and claim
what was his. A thrill went up his spine that had nothing to do with the
promise of imminent sex. Iki was his. Only his. No other laid claim to him
in the world, not family or anyone else. Alerio never thought himself a
possessive person, but then again he'd never had anything so precious to
call his own. Suddenly as solemn as the grave, he turned Iki's head,
raising up and claiming his mouth-- really claiming, not just kissing. A
marriage of saliva and lips and tongues. As he distracted Iki with his
mouth, he drove forward with his hips, pushing into Iki without any
warning.

Iki almost choked on Rio's sudden kiss, the sheer dominance, possession,
the TAKE of Rio's kiss nearly overwhelmed him, and when Rio drove into him
he could only make the faintest of noises. He pushed himself back down onto
Rio and wondered if he'd die like this, and that if he did, knew he'd die
happy. His hand clutched Rio's arm like a drowning man.

Alerio couldn't stop, didn't want to stop, never ever wanted to fucking
stop. The arm around Iki's neck was firm, his hand curving up to press a
flat palm to Iki's face, cupping his jaw as he sucked at his mouth. Iki was
tight, tighter than before if that was even possible, and his hips jerked
of their own volition as his other hand caught Iki's thigh and brought it
up to rest on the top of his own hip.

Iki had never been a quiet shag, but now he was so damn near silent that it
might have been scary to anyone who knew what he sounded like when having
sex. The only sounds were hurried gasps for air between the constriction
round his neck and Alerio's obsessive mouth. He loved the way his back
ached when Rio brought his leg up, adored how the other boy kept moving in
him, even deeper, loved this angle, loved Rio, loved, loved, loved until
the word lost meaning.

Alerio broke free of Iki's drowning mouth, enough to rain kisses along his
jaw, the back of his neck, the tops of his shoulders, anywhere he could
reach with his lips. The pull of Iki was intoxicating, the tightness
suffocating, and as he sped up his thrusts, words leaked from his lips that
he didn't realize he was saying, but were true nonetheless. "Love you," he
said over and over, "love you, love you so much."

Iki felt Rio's kisses like the soft scrape of sudden low hanging tree
leaves over your head. He moaned continuously, his mouth now freed, rising
and ebbing in time to Rio's thrusts. When the dam broke and words started
trickling from Rio's mouth they were like embers falling on him, and he
sobbed without tears like his heart was breaking. "God... I-I love you
too..." He managed, but it didn't feel like he'd said enough and he
supposed it never would.

Iki's words branded themselves onto Alerio's soul, and he hugged Iki to
him, nearly in tears due to the intense, painful pleasure coursing through
him. It was Iki's body that made him hot, that was true, but it was the
nearly broken sound of his voice as he told him he loved him that made the
tears burn hot and fast at the corners of his eyes. His arms wrapped around
Iki's body, protective as they had sex, and suddenly, it was more. It was
more.

Iki gasped and shuddered and felt himself edge closer. Rio's arms round him
made him feel sincerely more adored, more cherished and loved than he'd
ever remembered feeling. He wondered if they were glowing to the vision as
much as he felt that they were. It felt so amazing, so tremendous that he
was suddenly more terrified than he'd ever been in his life, and clenched
down around Rio, his hands holding the other boy's arms tight.

Alerio held just as tight, not knowing where the anxiety was coming from,
but that it was here, now, riding him as they moved. Their actions were
almost desperate now, Iki clinging and Alerio holding close, as if there
was a presence outside their little world just waiting to tear them apart,
and both desperate to never separate. Alerio felt Iki's muscles clamp
around him, a welcome prison, and he moaned long and low at the increased
sensation. One hand slid down Iki's body to his neglected erection, running
fingertips over the velvet length reverently before gripping him.

Iki felt Alerio's moan in his own chest as if it had been his and it made
him shake, but Rio's hand on his dick made him tremble. He moved his hips
up into Rio's hand and back onto Rio's cock and his grip didn't cease. He
felt like when he came, he'd smash. "Rio..." he whimpered. "God... Rio... "
He shook his head back and forth, the words not coming out. He breathed
hard, scared and uneasy and in love.

Alerio closed his eyes tightly, the liquid dripping from them unnoticed. It
was hot and hard to breathe, exhilarating like throwing oneself off a cliff
and hoping for the best. The muscles in Alerio's stomach tightened, his
entire body rigid as they fucked, rolling back onto each other. "I know,"
he breathed, moaned, whimpered. "Shh, I know..." He pressed his face into
the back of Iki's neck.

Alerio's words and feeling his face in the back of his neck made the
pressure cooker fist of wild emotion they were under suddenly slip and fall
and Iki came so suddenly he shocked himself. He bit his lip hard this time,
missing his lip ring and drawing blood. He didn't make a sound.

The clenching of Iki around him as he orgasmed made Alerio cry out, his
voice catching as he thrust once more and stilled, coming as well. For a
moment he couldn't see, though his eyes had flown open at the onset, his
vision black and red and a multitude of other colors he didn't think
existed. His hand moved from Iki's length to his hip, gripping tightly as
wave after wave of orgasm overtook him. He still wasn't used to this whole
sex thing, each orgasm like a new experience.

Iki felt Rio come in him and the feeling made him know he hadn't died. He
felt like he'd been pulled apart and put back together and, with his back
to Alerio, suddenly felt desperately far from him. When he felt Rio stop
coming in him, he gingerly pulled off Rio and turned round, eyes widening
in sudden shock when he felt pain inside, probably from last night. It was
nothing he couldn't handle though, and he faced Rio, hugging him and
ducking his head to hide his face in Rio's chest, licking at the skin and
tasting the double saline from Rio's sweat and Iki's own blood from his
lip.

Alerio's arms came up to wrap around Iki's shoulders as he turned into
him. His heart was still racing, his breathing erratic, but he didn't
care. What he cared about was curling himself in his arms, and he couldn't
explain the uplifting feeling he got in his chest at that. For some odd
reason, he'd expected Iki to run from him. He had no reason to think that,
none at all, but the niggling thought that Iki might have pulled away or
told him to leave was now gone. He stroked Iki's arms gently, resting his
face on the top of his head.

"Good morning." Iki finally managed, with more than a hint of amusement,
stroking Rio's arm with his fingers gently. He listened with fascination to
Rio's heartbeat slowing down. Usually he'd be paranoid that later this
evening he'd be sitting alone, dumped and drowning in a bottle of cheap
plonk. But what had happened just now... that thing they'd done that was
much more than sex, more intense than lovemaking ad tamed his insecurities,
and now they slept hard as if chloroformed.

"Good morning to you, too," Alerio chuckled, somewhat back to normal. He
kissed Iki's forehead, nose, and chin before zeroing in on his mouth,
attacking it with tiny kisses that did nothing but humor or perhaps
annoy. "I trust you slept well? Had a good wake-up call?" Alerio's grin was
shit-eating.

Iki grinned back wickedly, amused by the tiny kisses but more by Alerio's
grin. "I dunno, did YOU have a good wake up call?" he teased, reminding
Alerio that he'd woken up first.

Alerio's grin dipped, began to look more sinister. He bit at Iki's nose,
his fingers wriggling at his sides. "Fucker, you really were awake!" He
tickled mercilessly.

Iki screamed with laughter and thrashed under Alerio, trying to get
away. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!" He cried. "I couldn't help it, I
won't do it again!" It was obviously a case of 'fighting losing battle'
here.

Alerio stopped gradually, completely amused by Iki's reaction. "Naw, it's
okay," he said lazily, stretching, working the kinks out of his body. "I
can't really complain, not like I didn't enjoy it, ya know?" He suddenly
realized he still needed to piss, but the urge for a cigarette was more
overwhelming. "Care for a fag?" he asked as he reached over Iki to his
pants on the floor by the bed.

Iki grinned and made what he knew was a bad joke. "Already got one." He
said, reaching up and tweaking the nearest nipple. "Teach you to lean over
me." He chuckled.

Alerio shot backwards, gasping and clamping a hand over his
nipple. "Owie..." he chuckled, then pouted. "You're no fun, no ciggy for
you," he groused, an unlit cigarette between his lips. He lit it quickly
and exhaled toward the ceiling, already laying back down in bed.

Iki nicked the ciggy from Alerio, took a quick drag, then stubbed it out on
the side of his bedroom cabinet, leaving a burn mark but not seeming unduly
fussed. "We can't smoke in here." He said apologetically. "Mrs. Weatherman
will throw a fit." He frowned a little, the memory of real life starting to
climb back into their room. He sat up and swung his legs over the side of
the bed, stopping when his insides smarmily stung and told him 'na-ah,
don't think so'. "Ow... okay, so we better get changed THEN go out and
smoke yes?"

Alerio sighed, suddenly feeling a lot older than his seventeen years. He
rubbed at his face, momentarily mourning his dead cigarette. "Damn adults,"
he muttered to no one in particular. "Yeah, yeah, m'up," he said only
slightly sullenly, the sight of Iki's backside to him on the bed just too
appealing. He slid his arms around Iki and pulled him back in bed. "Let's
just hide in here forever, huh? Hide and fuck and love."

Iki rested against Alerio, covering his hands with his own, making no
attempt to pull away. "If this was fiction I'd say yes." He sighed. "And
that's what we'd do. But we need to eat and pee and smoke... and anyway,
Mrs. Weatherman won't let us stay forever."

"I know," Alerio said wearily, pushing away from Iki to get out of the
bed. He ran a hand through his hair, his bangs flopping back down
irritatingly. He crouched down and grabbed his pants, a contemplative look
on his face. "I need to go see my mo-- I need to see if Maria's okay. So,
anyway, I guess it's a good thing we get up." He tried to put some kind of
positive tone in his voice, but it just ended up sounding strained. He
sighed and sat on the floor. "I don't know what I'm going to do anymore."

Iki got up and sat down behind Rio, wrapping his arms round his shoulders
and putting his chin on his shoulder. "Hey, it'll be okay." he said. "Maria
will be fine, and if she isn't, your mum won't be." He hugged him tight and
kissed his cheek. "I'll think of something." He promised fiercely. He would
risk jail for this boy.