Umi no kaze-Seabreeze
17 hours, 54 minutes left
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Now don’t
tell me, you didn’t see that coming! It was your idea after all!
I never asked for a-err, sorry, just..discussing matters with my muse. Nothing
important.(Turns back to Scene) And I don’t care, if the seiyuu is your
protegé, I don’t need another dozen fics about the Yugi gang in my head! Your
sisters are already troubling me enough with their plots, so why don’t you just
go on and..do whatever you muses do!
Scene:
when my sisters and I abandon you for twelve muse days straight!
Felidae
Scene:
your time…
Felidae:
blinks…
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Umi no kaze
3. 17
hours, 54 minutes left
Frozen in
shock, Tsunami’s mind tried to comprehend the feelings racing through his body,
before he broke the contact.
Gasping, he
gawked at Joey.
“You..you
love-me? But how-? Why-?” he stuttered, and his vis-à-vis gave a small,
slightly embarassed chuckle.
“Why not? I
mean, you’re goodlooking, gentle, proud, fair, brave..I could go on like this
the whole night, the list is nearly endless. Besides, love doesn’t need
reasons, as far as I know.”
Marko
nodded, slowly, heitantly, before fixing his gaze back on the floor. Concerned,
Joey placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Marko? You
ok? I’m sorry, I dind’t mean to freak you out, but-“
“It’s not
that, it’s just that-“ sighing, Marko turned around to face him again,
“nobody
ever loved me. Not like that, anyway.”
Warm,
sensual hands clasped around his face, as he was drawn into another kiss, this
one more needy and passionate than the first. Several more followed, getting
hungrier each time, until their tongues were enlocked in a feverish struggle.
Pulling the
younger teen with him, Marko lay back on the bed, letting his new-found lover
trace the lines of his jaw, neck and shoulders. Nimble fingers followed, explored, stroked every single sinew and knot on his heavily muscled chest and
well-developed arms. Letting his own calloused hand glide through silky, blond
tresses, he gave a small, amused grunt.
“Heh. Who
would have thought, Joey Wheeler was gay?” he mused. Joey grinned in reply.
“Who said I
was?” Confusion crept over Marko’s face.
“Ever heard
the term bisexual?” The grin was now purely carnal, sending shivers down Marko’s
back.
“I see. So
you choose fish and fowl, huh?” he concluded, which was confirmed by a
nod.
“Doubles
the pleasure. Speaking of which..” Marko gasped aloud, when he felt a warm hand
slip into his loincloth, wrap itself around his barely errect member and bring
it to full attention with a few well-timed strokes.
“Damn,
Wheeler, how the hell-?” he panted, just to be silenced by another hungry kiss.
His brain started turning mushy, as Joey continued his stroking and kissing,
and he tried to give back with interest.
“Let’s just
say, I had a lot of practice”, hushed Joey, as he gave a particulary twisted
flick with his thumb, which made Marko nearly double over in ecstasy.
Fuck, Joey..” Wheeler gave a complying smirk.
“My
sentiments exactly, gorgeous, my sentiments exactly.” With a low growl, Marko
easily pushed Joey off his chest, before pulling off his towel with one single,
sharp yank. Blinking, the blond had not even time to react, before two strong
hands grabbed his firm buttocks and started kneading.
“C’me here,
you tease!” demanded Marko, right before sinking his teeth into the strong
collumn of Joey’s neck.
It was his
turn now to moan in pleasure, as he felt sharp fangs nick and break his skin,
causing ever so tiny drops of blood to seep out the wounds. A rough tongue
soothingly licked away both the crimson fluid and pinprick pain.
His breath
hitched, when Marko repeated the action of his hand on his own staff, causing
him to arch his back and grit his teeth, biting back the whimper lingering in
his well-chiseled chest.
Sweat
started forming on his brow, when the hand left him to remove the towel,
and guided him gently back down on Marko’s hard, tanned body, where their
members finally made contact.
Immediately,
both boys started grinding their hips against each other, all the while
kissing, licking, biting, as Joey burrowed his slim fingers in the mass of
nightblue strands adorning Marco’s face, while the young sailor left
finger-shaped bruises on the blond’s shoulder.
A short,
stiffled cry, more a grunt, as Joey came and sprinkled both their stomachs
with his seed. Huffing, he lowered his head, as he mumbled between ragged
breaths:
“S..sorry-bout-that-hrr,
hhuhh, got..a lil’-carried away.” He threw his head back, in a vain attempt to
remove his sweaty bangs from his forehead, and Marko’s heart skipped a beat:
Golden
orbs, clouded with lust, flashed in the dim light, as sweatdrops flew like
silver pearls from long, bundled rays of sunlight framing the
unmistakably strong, yet fragile features.
It was
breathtakingly erotic, and a single, happy tear slid down Marko’s high
cheekbone, when he realized, that he, too, in that very moment, was in love
with the blond youth.
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And don’t
we all love the blond hotshot? Sigh, he’s so wild, and sexy, and-uhh, sorry,
don’t mind me, just read on…