Nocturne (Open Thread NC-17)

[Alyxandyr Demitrios]

Alyxandyr sighed lightly as Nami continued, pretty much in heaven as the boy 'apologized' to him. This boy was just too good at this for his lack of experience which left the Zercan with very, very high hopes for the future. Maybe being teased wouldn't be so bad if this was the kind of apology he got afterwards. A bit of playful teasing for a blowjob? He could definitely live with that. No.. Wait... That's right.. He couldn't. Teasing just wasn't his thing if he was the one being teased.

"Nami..." Alyxandyr whined as the other pulled back, replacing the wonderous sucking sensation with his hand. This was fine, too, but now the boy seemed to have the wrong idea. If he was really, honestly asking him, then that wasn't good. He hoped the other was just trying to toy with him. He honestly wouldn't be able to stand getting in little touches and less-than-innocent gestures with no sex following them. He just wouldn't! "You're so cruel..."

A moan had pushed past the Zercan's lips, clutching at the boy's hair a bit tighter than he had been before. Now the thoughts of sadly having to stay clean were completely gone, like they'd almost never been there. Hell, who cared? Staying clean was overrated. Having Nami do this to him was much, much better than being clean and presentable for the meeting with Nami's best friend and co-worker. Another moan quickly followed the one preceeding it as the white-haired man tilted his head back again, unable to hold it in any longer as he released, his breath following in quiet pants. "You're.. so cruel for teasing me.. but if that's the treat I get afterwards.. I wouldn't mind being teased occasionally..."

((Sucky postage! The yaoi side of my brain has died. DX))

[Lysander Sotiros]

"If you weren't jealous of Nanami just now, then I would hate to see you when you were jealous." The blonde teased, leaning in to place a quick kiss against the boy's lips before Shinta slid off of his lap. He hadn't really seen why anyone could've held any harsh feelings towards Nanami. She was probably one of the nicest people he'd ever met. That was probably the reason why the intern hadn't gotten dumped on her. She was just too kindhearted to play a prank on or to be cruel to. But, Shinta didn't seem to have a problem with it...

"Uh.. change into what, exactly? You didn't bring any clothes with you.." Lysander stood up after the boy, gently wrapped his arms around the other in a gentle hug. Change clothes... That was fine and all, but the problem was, the boy had n clothing to change into. It would've been a good idea to bring some with them, sure, but so far, today hadn't seemed like his strongest day logically. Ah well, he'd just have to find something from his own closet to give to the boy. He didn't have much that would fit him, though. In fact, there wasn't anything that was small enough to fit the other normally.. Geez, he'd just figure something out later..

"I don't like him because he was giving you those weird looks... I'm the only one that can look at you like that." The doctor replied, giving a simple shrug of a shoulder in addition to his response. Just the mention of that boy's name was enough to upset him again. He literally hated that boy. Maybe it was unreasonable like Shinta's dislike of Nanami, but at least Nanami hadn't given him suggestive looks, now had she? Gods, he just wanted to make sure that boy never came within three miles of his lover ever again. "If I ever see him look at you like that again..."

Hell hath no fury like a jealous seme..

[Nami Amakura]

Nami let out a stream of giggles as he continued his hand motion, smiling up at Alyxandyr. " I see, then I should be cruel more often then.." Nami said, as he gently slowed the hand motion down to a stop and removed his hand. He then replaced his fingers with his lips, kissing up and down the man's length before he started to slide the length back into his mouth. His noticed the hand on his hair suddenly ahd gotten tighter, which made the younger boy wince gently but overall wave it off.

Nami was suddenly surprised as he heard the man infront of him moan and winced as Alyxandyr suddenly released, right onto his cheek. With an eye closed, Nami dabbed his fingers into the mixture on his cheek, pulling his fingers away as a string of the substance hung off his cheek and fingers. " Ne, I don't think we'll worry about staying clean now will we? I'll have to tease you more often then..." Nami said, smiling up at Alyxandyr as he licked his fingers clean.

[[ Same xD Smut doesn't over overpower my maternal instinct. xD ]]

[shinta]

“But he sits behind me in class Sensei! And he follows me around everywhere! He took my bag too…” mumbled Shinta. “I saw him take it out of him locker! That’s why I had so many books with me. I couldn’t find my notes… It’s going to be hard to not see him Lysander since he goes to my school and knows where I live…”

Was Lysander jealous too? Damien was just some bully that followed him around. He was a weird kid to say the least. When Shinta walked down the halls, Damien was always there. Sometimes the other would purposely bump into him or sometimes he’d just lurk around. It was weird and it made Shinta think the boy had some issues. When he walked home, he was sure the other was spying on him, even though Damien usually hung out somewhere else. Shinta had seen the boy walk past his house a couple of times before, though he was sure it was nothing to worry about. Damien wouldn’t do anything. Most of the time, the other just tripped him or moved his stuff around. Sometimes he’d throw paper balls at him during class or write mean notes and put them in his locker. It was just juvenile stuff really, nothing to fuss over. Though not very common, Damien would sometimes hit him. Shinta had no choice but to defend, but he didn’t hit back. Hitting back would just make the fight uglier and the boy didn’t want that. Of course, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t if it became necessary. He wasn’t going to let Damien think he was just some pushover. He would stand up to him if it came to that.

“Ne, do you have anything I can change into?” Shinta asked the other, in hopes of getting Lysander to forget about Damien. “I don’t want to wear this anymore Lysander…”

Lysander looked like he’d have a fit if he talked about Damien anymore and besides, the clothes he was wearing were really starting to bug him. They were revealing, tight, and made him look a bit slutty…okay…a lot slutty. He wondered why Lysander liked them so much. They were hard to put on and difficult to feel comfortable in. He didn’t like them one bit. For the most part, he felt insecure in them. Something like this should be worn by someone much cuter than he was and he knew people would stare if he walked into a crowded place wearing this. The cat ears and tail were just plain odd. Normal people didn’t walk around in such things and it was weird to see anyone wearing them. Shinta wondered why Rin-Rin had made him wear them. No one liked cat ears. It made Shinta a bit depressed to think about the outfit. He wasn’t cute at all and these types of clothes didn’t suit him at all. That’s why everything he owned was baggy and black. It hid his body well and didn’t show off any unnecessary skin. Maybe if he were cute it’d be fun to walk around in cat ears, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t cute at all.

[Lysander Sotiros]

"He follows you around?" Lysander asked, sounding quite suspicious. Jealousy was making it's way through his voice, too. He didn't care if the other knew he was very jealous of this Damien boy now. This punk stalked his lover and tormented him, by the sounds of it, and he coukdn't stand that! He wouldn't stand for it! He'd have to teach this guy a lesson and that would be to stay the hell away from his Shinta. No one was going to bother the boy from now on if it was the very last thing the man did.

"Anyway.. I have a closet full of clothes in my bedroom, sure, but none of them will fit you." He gave the boy a small shrug, turning to walk towards another small hallway leading to his room.

He pushed the door open at the end of said hallway when he arrived and stepped inside, flipping on the light switch as well. He went to the closet and pulled open the door, examining the contents. After a moment of searching, he pulled out a dark blue t-shirt and a pair of jeans. They looked fairly big.. "That's the smallest set of clothing I even own. It probably won't fit, but it's something, at least."

[shinta]

Shinta had no idea Lysander was angry with Damien or that his lover wanted to throttle the bully. He hadn’t detected the way Lysander looked ready to kick ass or how the man wanted to hurt his classmate. Shinta wasn’t one to use violence. In fact, he didn’t like the thought of hurting other people just for the heck of it. He also didn’t feel that anything was solved when people hit each other. Violence made everything worse more than anything else. He knew Damien wasn’t the nicest person around, but if his lover got into a fight with him, that would have been very upsetting. If Lysander got into any sort of trouble, Shinta would have blamed himself for it and done everything he could to make it right. The red head didn’t want their relationship to be discovered in fear of being separated. If Lysander did something to Damien, someone would ask questions for sure. Things they didn’t want to be discovered and it’d be the end of their relationship. Besides, Shinta didn’t want Lysander to feel guilty later for hurting someone. It would make Lysander sad and Shinta didn’t want him to be sad. The boy walked with the other to the bedroom and to the closet. Indeed there were lots of clothes inside, but everything looked too big to fit him. Shinta cursed himself silently for being so small. He knew he was scrawny and little and while it hadn’t really bothered him much before, it did now. He felt like such a child. Lysander was an adult and therefore much bigger than he was. His lover didn’t have a small body and Shinta felt insecure again. He took the clothes and looked them over again.

No matter how you looked at it, there was no way the clothes would be able to fit him properly. Shinta slipped off his shirt and let it fall to the ground. He pulled Lysander’s shirt over his head and watched the hem fall a bit past his thighs. Boy he was short… He took off the cat ears and tail and let them fall on top of the shirt. The boy kicked off his shoes and was about to take off the short too when he realized he had no underwear on. That was awkward… Rin-Rin had told him that if he had worn underwear, people would have been able to see it through the tight shorts. It was embarrassing, but he knew he’d have to ask Lysander for undergarments. Unless he wanted to walk around without underwear, he knew he’d have to wear some of Lysander’s boxers or something. Those would be too big for him too, though… This was certainly a mess. He didn’t have any clothes, underwear, and he had acted stupidly in front of Lysander because he had been jealous. It had still been the best day of his life, though. Today, he had met Lysander and even lost his virginity. That was a huge deal. Shinta let the jeans drop too and leaned in closer to Lysander. He was pressed up against the other’s chest and his mouth was next to the other’s ear. The boy’s face was flushed and a bit red.

“Ano…Sensei… I…ano… I don’t have underwear Lysander, what should I do?” He asked.

He wasn’t joking about this. He really had no idea what to do about this. He was missing underwear and he didn’t really want to go without it. It was quite embarrassing and he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to deal with this. Perhaps Lysander had some sort of idea as to what they could do. The man was very smart, after all. Lysander was a doctor and even though many people were doctors, Shinta was still impressed by this. It was something that wasn’t that easy to become and he wondered what the other had to do to get this far. Everything Lysander did impressed Shinta. To him, Lysander was the most wonderful person in the world. The other was intelligent, calm, collected, and mature. Shinta had never met someone like him before. Lysander was different from everyone else. This was the person he wanted to belong to. This man was the only one allowed to claim him. Lysander was his whole world.

[Lysander Sotiros]

"I would suggest that you walk around without underwear, but seriously, I have no clue... We'll figure something out.." Lysander mumbled, sliding the closet closed and turning on his heel to walk to the other side of the room. He stopped at the dresser and pulled the middle drawer open, shifting through a few folded pairs of boxers. At least his underwear drawer was organized.. There were a few pairs that he knew definitely would have no chance of fitting and a few novelty pairs with hearts or such that looked too ridiculous to be worn. But, in truth, they were a lot smaller than the rest. He gave a small, quiet laugh as he plucked out a pair and handed them to Shinta, still folded.

"This is the only pair that even looks like it'll fit." The man added with a smirk. The boxers he was handing to the other were quite adorable. They were white and on the back, in bright red lettering, were the words 'DO NOT ENTER'. He couldn't remember when they had been given to him, but figured it had been from a particularly witty coworker a few years ago. They were accurate enough for himself, actually, though he never would've wore them. However, for Shinta, the meaning wouldn't quite bode well with the wearer.

He pushed the drawer closed and walked to his bed, at first landing in a sitting position before laying back with a sigh. He loved his bed dearly. After a nice long day of work, it was possibly the only thing keeping him alive. But, outside of sleep and being a hiding place, the bed hadn't got much use. But now there was Shinta. He had a feeling that it wouldn't be long til said bed got some use now and he coudn;t have been happier.

((Fuckyes, they called off school. XD))

[shinta]

Shinta was a bit disappointed when Lysander said he didn’t know what to do. He had been sure Lysander would know what to do. After all, Lysander seemed like he’d always know what to do. He was even more so disappointed when the other moved away from him. He liked feeling Lysander’s warmth. He liked knowing the other was so close to him and how he could feel the other’ heartbeat when they were together that way. Shinta watched the other walk over to the dresser and rummage through a drawer. He wondered what it was Lysander was doing. That’s when he saw the man pull something out. It was a folded piece of clothing and Shinta wondered what it was. He took what Lysander gave him and unfolded it. When he did, he realized that it was a pair of boxers. Of course, these weren’t regular boxers, these had words printed on them. The words were very ironic and if Rin-Rin had seen them, she would have died laughing. Do not enter. Such words were definitely not appropriate for him. He had a feeling he was going to be entered a few times more and he almost laughed at the words on the boxers. Shinta took off the shorts and was glad the shirt covered everything. He was still a little shy taking his clothes off Lysander. The boy put on the underwear, which was too big for him, and left the jeans on the floor with the rest of the clothes. He walked over to the bed and slopped down next to Lysander.

“I like your bed,” smiled Shinta. “It’s soft.”

The sheets were nice too and he liked the way they felt against his skin. His bed at home was soft too, but he especially liked Lysander’s bed. Maybe he liked it so much because it belonged to Lysander and it was covered by his scent. He could spend all weekend here. Of course, he had to go home eventually… Well, maybe not. He could just get Rin-Rin to drop off his uniform tomorrow or something. He’s still go to school…just not go home afterwards… He didn’t mind living with Lysander. In fact, he preferred it. It sucked that Damien lived in the same building, but it was worth it if he got to sleep in the same bed as Lysander every night. Shinta shifted and rested his head on the other’s stomach. He wanted to feel the other’s warmth, but it was difficult because the both of them were dressed. Shinta’s small hands unbuttoned the others’ shirt. He gave the other a pout when he saw the undershirt the man was wearing. Most people wore shirts under dress shirts and he supposed he should have known Lysander would too. He pushed up the undershirt and rubbed his cheek against Lysander’s bare stomach.

“You’re soft too,” he mumbled. “I like it when you touch me.”

Shinta liked it when Lysander touched his skin. It felt nice and he enjoyed it a lot. Shinta’s hands ran all over the other’s stomach. Shinta lifted his head and crawled on top of Lysander. He pressed his lips against the other’s and sat in the other’s lap. Shinta slipped his tongue into the other’s mouth and unbuttoned the other’s pants. After a bit, Shinta pulled back. He looked down at Lysander and gave him another smile.

“I love you Lysander,” he said simply.

[Alyxandyr Demitrios]

Alyxandyr sighed quietly as he slid from a standing position to sit on the floor in front of Nami. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the boy's forehead before pulling the blonde into his lap. Clean? Psht. That was obvious. They really didn't have to worry about all of that now. Not that he minded. He really did prefer dirty to clean. Dirty was much, much better. Besides, clean didn't feel anywhere as good as it did being dirty. The Zercan smirked and moved his hands from their place on Nami's lower back to slide even farther down, resting on the boy's backside. This was the official spot for his hands, now, he was sure of it. "I'm not that fond of teasing, but as long as you make up for it afterwards, I think I may survive. But you do know I'll have to get you back for it, right?"

He gave the other a sly grin, moving one of his hands over the other's hip and to his lap, running a finger over the other's length. Two could play this teasing game, alright, and he'd had plenty of practice with it. Teasing was quite the fun thing to do when he was the teaser, of course. That was hypocritical? He knew it, but it was still a source of great, great amusement. His other hand moved again to push Nami back on the floor, staddling his mate as his lips found the other's chest, more specifically, his collarbone. He placed a few kissed on the boy's collarbone, his other hand still delicately running up and down the boy's length. He pulled his lips back from the boy's still after a moment, just enough to speak. "But I'm rather good at this teasing deal.."

[Lysander Sotiros]

Lysander had watched from the bed as the boy put the boxers on, his gaze following the other until Shinta had flopped back on the bed with him. He let the first comment go as the other unbuttoned his shirt and pulled at the shirt that laid under it. He didn't really have any idea what the younger boy was trying to until he felt the boy's cheek make contact with his stomach. He gave Shinta a smile as he propped himself up a bit with his arms, just watching him for a moment until he spoke, "You're quite soft and touchable yourself."

He continued to watch as the boy's small hands ran over his stomach, enjoying the feeling. He enjoyed the other's hands running voer his skin like this. No one who had done such similar things to him in the past had felt as nice as when Shinta touched him and actually, none even came close. It was an odd and amusing those that the only person who's touches felt this nice came from a fifteen year old boy he'd never met before up until earlier in the day, but he didn't care. He leaned up a bit more to meet Shinta's lips halfway, moving and arm around the boy's waist as he used the other to keep himself propped up. He didn't protest at all when he felt the button of his pants come loose, a smile on his lips as soon as the kiss ended. He placed one more quick, innocent kiss on the boy's cheek before replying, "I love you too, Shinta."

[shinta]

“Ly-san-der, do you want to watch me take my clothes off again?” The boy asked with a grin.

He knew Lysander liked watching him change. He had seen the way the other stared and observed him closely. The boy didn’t mind that Lysander enjoyed such things. In fact, he liked knowing that his lover liked him in that way. No one had ever shown much interest in him before. He’d always been the one that was in the background. Always there and never seen, but not with Lysander. With Lysander, he came first. He was the only one the other looked with that expression. Shinta liked attention, he wouldn’t deny it. Lysander’s attention was the best. He liked the way the other would look at his body and the way he could see the lust build up in the man’s eyes. He loved the way Lysander’s gaze had never left him as they made love. It was something Shinta enjoyed more than anything. If Lysander were to ignore him, Shinta would raise hell. He hated being ignored and it would have hurt more than anything else if Lysander had ignored him. He hated being invisible. Shinta liked to be seen, especially by Lysander. He wanted the other to see him always and think of him as the most beautiful person ever. He liked the way Lysander enjoyed touching him and taking him.

“How much do you love me?” Asked Shinta in a teasing tone. “Maybe I don’t believe you when you say you love me. Maybe I need you to show me how much you love me. Ne, show me how much you love me Ly-san-der.”

Shinta pressed his lips against the other’s. They were soft to kiss and Shinta liked feeling them. He ran his hands all over the other’s back and pulled the dress shirt down a little more. He couldn’t take it off Lysander while they were in this position, though and that would be a problem. Shinta wasn’t very wearing very much at the moment, but that wasn’t a problem. He knew he was still very much sore from before, but he wanted to do this anyway. In fact, he couldn’t keep his hands off Lysander for some reason. He had to constantly touch the other. Maybe he was scared Lysander would leave someday. Maybe he wanted to feel the other as much as possible before he left him… Shinta shook such thoughts out of his mind. Those were lies. Lysander loved him. The man had said so and Lysander was no liar. He’d believe what the other said and his heart told him what they felt was real. They weren’t going to be separated; they’d be together forever.

“Aishiteru,” he mumbled as he pulled back from the kiss.

Instantly, Shinta was attacking the other’s neck. He still hadn’t forgotten the bite. Lysander had left one hell of a kiss mark and he was sure everyone on the way had seen it. It had left a huge purple coloring on his skin and made it quite obvious what he had done with the other. Shinta didn’t mind, but he didn’t want Lysander to get into any sort of trouble. The red haired boy continued to suck on the man’s neck with this in mind. Hey, if he had a kiss mark, Lysander should too. Without hesitating, the boy bit down on the other’s neck. It wasn’t nearly as hard as Lysander had bitten him and it wouldn’t leave as big a bruise, but it was a bite mark nonetheless and Shinta was quite proud of himself because of it. The boy withdrew from the man’s neck and rested his head on the other’s shoulder.

“You taste nice,” muttered the boy.

((Aishiteru - A very intense and romantic, continuing form of ‘I love you.’ In some instances, akin to a marriage proposal.))

[Lysander Sotiros]

"Aww, you don't believe me? But I love you more than anything." Lysander pouted as the kiss following the boy's first comment had ended. He shifted a bit to assist Shinta with the removal of his shirt, getting it off of him before another kiss was initiated. He figured that what Shinta had meant by showing him how much he was loved was sex. There wasn't many other ways, really, so that had to be it. Plus, the boy being all over him might've just been a rather obvious clue, but whatever.

"I love you, too.." The other mumbled in response as the kiss was broken, not able to get out much more before the boy's lips found his neck. A smirk of sorts had rested on his lips as the other sucked at the skin, not that concerned with the markings it would elave behind. He was an adult, so it'd be much more believable and much less embarrassing if someone happened to get a peek at a little bruise on his neck.

Though he hadn't been expecting the other to bite him.

He gave a low, fairly surprised exclamation of pain as the other bit down on his neck. That hadn't been expected at all. Maybe it was payback for the mark he'd left on the boy earlier, but still, it hurt like hell. Now he felt even worse for biting Shinta a while ago and the pain in his neck wasn't helping. The man raised a hand to his neck where the other had bit him to check and see if it was bleeding before looking back to his lover, a shocked, but clearly amused, look on the man's face. "Well, you taste nice too, but couldn't we have figured that out some other way, like a kiss or something?"

[shinta]

“Where’s the fun in that?” Grinned the boy.

The boy was latched onto the other’s lips once more. These sweet kisses they shared and the touches were heaven. Shinta wanted to feel all of Lysander and he wasn’t sure what was making him act this way. He had never wanted to do this with anyone else before. In fact, he had been repulsed by the way his classmates would make out in the halls. At school, he had never been into any of the corny romantic things everyone else liked or even thought about dating. Yet, he was doing all this now. He was letting Lysander use his body as he pleased and touching the other as if his life depended on it. Something inside him told him this was right. He could never do this with anyone else. If someone else were to touch him, he was sure he’d freak out or something. Shinta didn’t want someone touching him or doing things to him if that person wasn’t Lysander. If it were with Lysander, he really didn’t mind doing these sorts of things. Being with Lysander made Shinta happy. He really liked the feelings the other gave him. The boy pulled back from the kiss and gasped for breath. Every time he kissed Lysander, he got such a rush. He felt so alive and like he was full of adrenaline.

“What should we do now Lysander?” Asked Shinta. “I’ll do anything you want me to Sen-sei.”

The boy whispered the last part into the other’s ear. The boy liked the reactions he got out of Lysander. When the other got aroused by his body, Shinta really felt wanted. There was nothing more thrilling than to see the look in Lysander’s eyes as he looked over his body. Shinta lived for the way Lysander looked at him. No one had ever wanted him this much before and Shinta found that he didn’t hate it like he thought he would. If it was Lysander, then it was okay. He didn’t mind it if Lysander liked looking at his body. Shinta wouldn’t lie, he was an attention seeker. When it came to Lysander, he wanted all the attention he could get. He’d do anything to get Lysander’s eyes on him always. His body too called out for Lysander. He wanted to be touched by the other and to be claimed. Even if it hurt, that didn’t matter. Being with Lysander, it was the best thing in the world. Shinta moved back to look Lysander in the eye again. He slipped the shirt he was wearing over his head and let it drop the floor. Now, all he had on were the dorky boxers his mate had given him. The meaning was more amusing now than before. He was definitely going to be entered now.

“Can we be together forever?” The red head asked. “Ne Sensei, can I be yours always?”