Awakening Passion
by the diggler
Warnings: This fic is a YAOI lemon [has explicit boyxboy homosexual content, FOR ADULTS ONLY]
A/N: I re-did this fic a bunch of times, so that's why it's so darn long. Gomen, but I guess that's what happens when ya try to create a lemon with something that resembles "depth" in it ^^;;;
Disclaimer: Slam Dunk and related characters are the property of Inoue Takehiko et al.
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"Come on Buddha-boy it'll be fun!"
"I'm sorry Hiro-kun. Maybe next time."
"What's up, you got a hot date or something?"
Sendoh smiled, amused.
"No, nothing like that." he replied.
"Then why not? How can you resist a fun-filled night of Playstation, pizza, and drinking with the guys?" Koshino persisted. Sendoh shrugged his shoulders and looked out at the ocean.
"I dunno, I just don't feel like it."
"Ahhh I see, you 'just don't feel like it'" the feisty brunette mocked. "And did you 'just not feel like it' last weekend as well? And the weekend before that?" Koshino continued, anger creeping into his voice.
Sendoh went silent, examining the water where his fishing line met the sea. He heard his friend release a long sigh and knew the other boy was trying his best to calm himself down.
"What's the matter Akira?" Koshino asked, his voice suddenly turned serious and full of concern.
Sendoh looked at the brunette, confused.
"Oh come on Akira, I've known you since we were kids so I know something's up. And it's not just me anymore. Even the rest of the guys have noticed a change in you. I mean, lately you spend all your time out here fishing, you're always late for class and basketball practice, you never hang out with us anymore, and when you are around it's like you're mind is off somewhere else... What gives?"
Sendoh sighed and looked back at the ocean.
"I don't know Hiro-kun... it's kind of hard to explain, I don't really get it myself." he replied quietly.
"Try." Koshino prodded.
Sendoh's brows furrowed as he looked down at where his hands held his fishing rod. How could he explain this mysterious feeling that kept creeping up on him out of nowhere? This unnamable thing that had been buzzing around his life, disturbing all that should otherwise be calm and peaceful?
"You know you can tell me." Koshino persisted gently. Sendoh relaxed a little, knowing he could trust his best friend. He looked back up at the sea and began to put the words together.
"You ever get that feeling like there's just... something missing?"
Koshino remained silent, waiting for him to continue.
"I mean, life is good, you know? Grades are okay, team's doing okay, friends are great... but for some reason it's not enough anymore. It's like, even though things are good, they've also become boring in a way... too routine. And that's not bad or anything, it's just that it feels like there should be something else... something more."
"Like what?" Koshino asked.
"I don't know."
"Hmmm..."
For the next few minutes the two boys sat quietly, pondering over their thoughts. The sound of waves gently lapping against the dock became amplified in the drawn out silence, and a distant cry of a seagull carried through the gentle breeze, fresh with the raw salt smell of the ocean.
Suddenly Sendoh felt a tug on his line, snapping him out of his trance. A second later he sprang into motion, reeling in his catch with a grin of eager anticipation.
"Wow... Nice!" Koshino commented with an appreciative whistle as he looked over the impressive fish hanging from Sendoh's line.
"Can you open the cooler?"
"What, Buddha-boy, you aren't going to throw it back in the ocean and let it live out the rest of it's thrilling existence?" Koshino mocked.
"Maa... I think it'll be more thrilling existing in my stomach." Sendoh replied with a grin.
Koshino chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as he sat back and watched the other boy deal with his struggling dinner.
After shutting the cooler, Sendoh set his fishing rod aside and sat down next to his friend to enjoy the view.
"Ne, Hiro-kun..." he began.
"Hmmm?"
"Why do you guys call me Buddha-boy now?" Sendoh asked. Koshino snorted.
"Oh so you noticed?" the brunette teased, raising a sarcastic eyebrow.
Sendoh just smiled and shrugged his shoulders in response.
"That's why." the other boy said.
"Huh?" he asked, confused.
"Whenever someone calls you back from la-la land you give them that 'I am a lost but enlightened puppy dog' smile. Then one day when Taoka-sensei was ranting about your lateness and asking us where 'the hell' you were, I think it was Fukuda who said, 'Buddha-boy is probably off meditating with his fishies again.' You should've seen Taoka-sensei's face, I think it actually went purple."
Sendoh laughed loudly, shaking his head and slapping a hand to his forehead as he envisioned the scene.
"I'm glad you enjoyed the story." Koshino commented dryly, raising an amused eyebrow at Sendoh's response. But by the time Sendoh regained his breath Koshino had a genuine smile on his face.
"What?" Sendoh asked when he saw the other boy observing him.
"Haven't heard you laugh for a while…" Koshino remarked.
"Yeah, I guess I haven't really been all there lately." he replied, giving his friend an apologetic smile.
"So then are you coming tonight or what?" the other boy asked.
Sendoh bit his lip.
Koshino's smile faded instantly, knowing where this was going.
"I'm sorry Hiro-kun... I guess I just need time."
The brunette sighed in frustration, and stood up to leave.
"Look... maybe next weekend okay?" Sendoh said apologetically.
The other boy paused, looking down at him with a mixture of disappointment and concern in his eyes.
"Akira... whatever it is you're looking for, you're not going to find it out here with these damn fish. You need to be out with your friends, living. I mean, it's better being unsatisfied and bored with people than on your own, right? And... we miss you."
"Hiro-kun..." Sendoh said as he laid a hand on the other boy's arm, trying to appease his friend's anger.
Koshino tensed and pulled his arm away.
"I gotta go, ja."
The small brunette abruptly turned and left.
Sendoh's brows furrowed in guilt as he watched his friend's angry departure. He turned back to the ocean to find some sense of peace in the view, but instead he felt that feeling begin to creep up on him again, like he was missing something. He sighed, unable to shake it off. Picking up his things he stood up, and headed home.
* * *
2:00 am.
He closed his eyes and sighed.
Then he opened them again.
Yup. His clock still read 2:00 am. No mistake.
The knocking continued.
"Wake up Akira, let me in."
Sendoh sighed again, slowly pushing himself off the bed. He adjusted his boxers as he made his way across the room, yawning as his fingers lazily scratched at an itchy patch of skin on his chest. Barely awake he slid open the window, and Koshino crawled into his room as he had done countless times before.
As the small brunette passed him, Sendoh caught a wiff of alcohol on the boy's breath, and figured Koshino must have just left Ikegami's house. He yawned once more and sat down on the edge of the bed, rubbing a hand over his now spike-less head in an attempt to wake himself up.
"What's up Hiro?" he asked.
No answer.
Sendoh looked up at his friend, and for the first time noticed something amiss. Koshino was still standing, back turned to him, examining the posters on the walls as if he'd never seen them before. Somewhat awkwardly the boy then walked over to the desk, hand reaching out to examine some of the random items strewn across it.
"Hiro-kun?" Sendoh asked again, concerned.
If the other boy heard him he made no sign of it, his hand now fingering a picture frame sitting on the desk. Koshino had made the frame as a birthday present for Sendoh when they were kids. The then seven-year old boy had decorated the outside frame with glued-on macaroni, then painted it over with various colors of nailpolish he'd borrowed from his older sister. In the center there was a photograph of the two of them in a playground, Sendoh's arm thrown around Koshino's shoulder, the smaller boy giving one of his rare smiles.
Koshino would always complain about him keeping such a hideous monstrosity lying around, but Sendoh wouldn't have thrown it away for the world.
"You know that thing we were talking about earlier today?" Koshino suddenly asked. Sendoh stood up and walked over to his friend.
"Yeah? What about it?" he replied as he turned, leaning back on the edge of the desk to face the smaller boy.
"That 'something more'... I think I know what it is." the other boy said softly, fingers still toying with the frame.
"What is it then?" he prodded gently.
Koshino went silent again.
Sendoh's features darkened with worry at his friend's unusual behavior. Koshino was usually very talkative when they'd been drinking, not all quiet and serious as he was being now.
He took the frame from the brunette's hand, setting it aside in an attempt to get the other boy to look at him.
Slowly Koshino turned, bringing his gaze upwards--
And Sendoh's breath abruptly caught in his throat.
Koshino's eyes... there was something in them he'd never seen before... something wild... an intensity never seen even in the boy's angriest moments...
He found himself hypnotized, locked in that burning gaze.
He did not notice how close those eyes had gotten until he felt Koshino's hot breath against his skin. His heart began pounding in his ears and his body went taut with anticipation, but he didn't know why.
Then suddenly, he felt something brush against his lips, soft, and moist. Again he felt it. And again.
Finally he realized Koshino was kissing him... over and over... gently, but insistently.
Without knowing, Sendoh mewled softly in the back of his throat, losing himself in the new sensation, and wanting more.
Koshino answered the unspoken request, his tongue reaching out to part Sendoh's lips, seeking a deeper touch. Sendoh tensed at first from the unfamiliar feeling, but soon found himself surrendering, his eyes closing as he allowed the other boy to explore his mouth. Hands cupped his face, thumbs gently caressing his cheeks, and soon he was reaching his own tongue out, tentatively meeting Koshino halfway.
Koshino's kiss became hungrier at his response, the smaller boy's hands moving to the back of his neck to pull him closer… and that was when he panicked, pulling away.
The brunette's half-lidded eyes opened, looking up at him in confusion.
Sendoh swallowed nervously.
"Hiro-kun… I…" Sendoh faltered, desperately trying to wrap his head around what was happening. He bit his lip as he looked worriedly at the other boy, struggling to find words.
"Shhh Akira…" Koshino whispered.
The brunette came closer, eyes boring deep as he lifted a hand to cup Sendoh's cheek.
"… Don't say anything. Don't question. Don't think… Just feel."
Sendoh's breath hitched, those few words suddenly stilling his mind, and sparking something deep inside.
Koshino leaned close, and again the boy's mouth was upon his, tongue gently coaxing his lips apart. Sendoh moaned softly, allowing the other boy entrance. Hesitantly he circled his arms around Koshino's back, pulling him closer, and the smaller boy's arms wound around his neck, deepening the kiss in response. Soon Koshino's kisses began to grow more and more frenzied with need, and Sendoh found himself responding ardently, losing himself completely.
Breathing ragged as they plundered each other's mouths, Sendoh's hands instinctively sought out skin, his palms sliding under Koshino's t-shirt to feel the curves of the other boy's back. With what could only be a gasp of anguish the smaller boy pulled away, leaving Sendoh momentarily dazed and confused. A rustle of cloth and he soon understood, as Koshino quickly removed his shirt and threw it aside. And then just as quickly the boy pressed himself back up against Sendoh's bare chest, wrapping his arms tight around Sendoh's neck as his lips greedily sought contact again.
Sendoh moaned into the other boy's mouth, the feel of Koshino's heated skin pressing against his own heaving chest feeling so inexplicably right. He clawed at Koshino's back as the boy nibbled his lower lip, and felt his blood begin to throb below his waist, hardening his length inside his boxers.
And then Koshino shifted, the smaller boy's hip pressing against his stiffened arousal, and a startled moan escaped his throat. Koshino pulled back, releasing Sendoh's lip from his teeth, and once more locked their eyes together with that piercing gaze. Then the brunette moved again, purposely rubbing himself against Sendoh's pulsing length, testing it. He did it again and Sendoh gasped, his nails digging into the boy's flesh.
Again Koshino agonizingly broke contact, his fingers furiously working at his belt. In no time at all he had pushed his pants down, and was once more pressing his body against Sendoh's.
Feeling the other boy's erection against his through the thin cloth of their underwear Sendoh groaned, and grabbing Koshino's rear he pulled the boy closer for more contact. The smaller boy growled and began rubbing himself against Sendoh, creating a much needed friction between them as he sucked feverently on Sendoh's neck.
Sendoh's head rolled back as he made small sounds of pleasure in the back of his throat, unknowingly enticing the other boy to go further. Hungrily Koshino's lips began to work down his chest, pausing to lick and suckle a tight nipple in his path. Sendoh gasped loudly, his hand going to the back of Koshino's head, fingers weaving through the boy's soft strands of hair. But the brunette's destination was further downwards, and his tongue soon continued his journey down Sendoh's shaky stomach.
Kneeling on the floor, Koshino gently hooked his fingers into the waistband of Sendoh's boxers, and a small whimper escaped Sendoh's lips as he shivered in anticipation. And then Koshino began to pull, slowly revealing his stiff and needy arousal.
The brunette paused, unconsciously licking his lips as he watched a few glistening drops form on the head of Sendoh's hardness. Then the smaller boy flicked out his tongue, briefly tasting Sendoh's flavour, and Sendoh's body clenched at the tease, knuckles whitening as he gripped the edge of the desk tightly. Then he felt Koshino's mouth engulf his weeping tip, and a low moan sounded in his throat, becoming longer and louder as the boy slowly swallowed his length. And then Koshino began to suck, gently, again causing his body to clench and shiver as he gasped at the ceiling.
Then Koshino's mouth began to move, releasing him and then drawing him back into wet warmth again and again, each time eliciting a moan more desperate and louder than the last. Sendoh unknowingly began to rock his hips, pushing himself in and out of Koshino's hot mouth, matching the other boy's rhythm. And then he looked down, and seeing the other boy's lips bobbing back and forth along his member he began groaning uncontrollably. He brought his fist into his mouth, biting down against his cries, not noticing the coppery taste of blood that was soon on his lips.
The sucking pressure became harder, faster as Koshino gripped his hips tightly. Sendoh threw his head back with a gasp, his fist flailing backwards and knocking over things on his desk shelves. His whole body was heaving, nerve endings both numb and tingling at the same time, and then what felt like a jolt of electricity shot through his loins and he cried out loudly, releasing his climax into Koshino's mouth.
* * *
It took several moments before the stars disappeared from Sendoh's vision and he knew where he was again. Slowly he noticed the warmth near his body, the butterfly brushes against his parted lips. He looked down to see Koshino pressing light kisses against his mouth, calling his attention back to earth.
Breathlessly he began responding to Koshino's lips, but when he did the brunette pulled away, taking his hand and leading him to the bed. Sendoh did not protest, thankfully allowing himself to be lowered onto the mattress, his legs suddenly feeling all wobbly and weak.
He felt Koshino settle on the bed alongside him, the other boy propping his head up onto his hand to look down at him. Dazedly he turned his head to look back up into Koshino's eyes-- and was again taken by surprise, suddenly feeling as if the wind had been sucked right out of his chest. Koshino's eyes... they still held that same fiery intensity... but now the gaze also held a tenderness in it, gentle in its strength, and Sendoh felt his face flushing uncharacteristically.
"Hiro…" he began uncertainly. But before he could even think to continue the other boy's fingers were at his lips, silencing him.
"Not yet…" Koshino whispered.
Sendoh nodded, trusting the other boy, and the brunette smiled softly at him.
Then he felt Koshino's fingertips slide across his lips, moving over his face and lightly touching his cheek... outlining his brow... the bridge of his nose... as if the boy had never seen them before. Sendoh closed his eyes, allowing those fingers to delicately brush his eyelashes, yielding to the soothing sensation with a sigh. A movement, a warm breath, and Koshino's lips were pressing against the soft underside of his jaw, working their way down his neck.
Sendoh stretched his head back under the gentle touch, giving the other boy access to more of his skin. Soon he felt Koshino's fingertips moving downwards, lightly caressing his chest, teasing his tight nipples, tracing incoherent patterns on his stomach... He arched his back in pleasure, his pulse quickening again as he began panting in small excited breaths, his body craving more.
Slowly Koshino's fingers caressed their way down to Sendoh's already hardening crotch, stirring it to life again. And Sendoh moaned as those fingers danced across his length, teasing him until he was painfully stiff, denying the friction he now desperately needed.
With a low growl he grabbed Koshino's shoulders, pulling the smaller boy's body across his own. The boy released a startled gasp, and Sendoh grinned when he felt Koshino's just as hard length press against his thigh. His hands hurried to the back of Koshino's neck, drawing the other boy down for a hungry kiss.
Abruptly Koshino pulled away, removing his body entirely, wrenching an anguished sound of protest from Sendoh's throat. The brunette merely smirked, standing up from the bed.
Sendoh went up on his elbows, watching the other boy rummage around the clothes on the floor and pick his pants up. His chest constricted in panic.
Koshino wasn't going to leave, was he?
Sendoh opened his mouth to say something, but the only thing that came out was a strangled sob of frustration.
Koshino turned, his eyes roaming over Sendoh's naked and obviously needy body, and that wild look returned to his eyes. Sendoh bit his lip, unable to do anything but wait where he was, sprawled wantonly on his bed in invitation.
The brunette smirked again, pulled something out of the pocket of his pants, then tossed them aside.
Sendoh squinted to see what Koshino was holding, but soon realized the other boy's hands were busy at the waistband of his own boxers, pushing them down. And as he watched the boy slowly expose his own stiff arousal, Sendoh bit his lip even harder.
Then Koshino lowered himself onto the bed, kneeling with his legs apart, straddling Sendoh but not touching him. He finally saw the tube Koshino held as the brunette oozed out a large amount of lube onto his palm, and he watched transfixed as the other boy's hand reached towards his eager cock.
He hissed and arched his back in pleasure as Koshino gripped him, smearing the cool fluid all over his length. His hips began to move, thrusting himself into Koshino's smoothly lubricated hand, but again the other boy pulled away, tormenting him.
Sendoh opened his eyes to glare at the boy, but was greeted with the sight of Koshino's flushed body hovering over his, head thrown back and face scrunched up in... pleasure? ...pain? ...Both?
He looked further and saw Koshino's hips thrusting slowly in the air, hand reaching around his back. He couldn't really register what was happening, but his body responded, impossibly hardening even more. Shuddering with restrained need, he brought a shaky hand up to Koshino's cheek, his thumb brushing tenderly over the boy's quivering lower lip.
A strangled gasp suddenly escaped Koshino's throat and the boy grabbed Sendoh's wrist, yanking him up to a sitting position on the bed. Before he knew what was happening, the smaller boy had straddled him, pressing their bodies together as he wrapped his arms around Sendoh's neck. And then he felt it, Koshino lowering himself onto his dripping hardness, tightness clenching around his engorged head.
Koshino paused, his chest heaving rapidly. He waited for a few seconds, then pushed down again, crying out through clenched teeth as he slowly took in Sendoh's length, inch by inch. Sendoh wrapped his arms around the smaller boy's back, releasing a muffled groan into Koshino's chest as he was consumed in pleasure, his nerve endings singing at the pulsing warmth around him. And then it got even better...
Slowly Koshino began to move again, lifting himself up, then pushing down, setting a rhythm that sent them both groaning into rapture.
Sendoh clung to the smaller boy for dear life, unable to do anything but claw at Koshino's back as the boy impaled himself on his cock again and again and again. And the fiery brunette held on just as desperately, throwing his head back as he moaned and gasped into the air.
Soon Sendoh was groaning Koshino's name, over and over in an agonized prayer. And before he knew what he was doing he had grabbed the other boy and flipped him onto his back, driving deep and hard as moans turned into delirious cries beneath him.
He felt Koshino's legs wrap tightly around his waist and began to move faster, crying out loudly with each stroke as the bed rocked with his intense thrusting, bringing them both higher and higher.
Then suddenly Koshino screamed into Sendoh's chest, his nails digging into Sendoh's back as he sprayed himself in between their heaving bodies.
And this sent Sendoh overboard, throwing his head back with a strangled howl as he emptied his fluids in spurts of ecstasy.
* * *
For several minutes afterwards neither of them moved, still holding each other tightly as they caught their breath. Then finally Sendoh withdrew his tender length, his body shuddering at the separation from the other boy's warmth. Collapsing back onto the bed he felt Koshino roll over on top of him, the boy's smaller frame half draped across his own.
And then he felt Koshino take his hand, gently kissing his bleeding knuckles where he had bitten himself earlier that night. He opened his eyes to see the brunette staring at him intently, gaze unwavering as lips met his abused skin again and again. Then Koshino's tongue slowly reached out, and Sendoh hissed as the other boy licked at the dried blood across his wounds. But immediately after the brunette blew softly against the stinging flesh, and Sendoh's breath hitched at the sensation, his skin feeling more sensitive than ever. Planting one last kiss on the tender knuckles, Koshino then entwined their fingers together, resting his chin on Sendoh's chest.
Sendoh felt his lips slowly tugging up into a wide grin. His whole body was tingling, every nerve ending alive with new awareness. His stomach was dancing in every which direction and his chest was about to burst with all the things he was feeling... He wanted to shout out loud, he wanted to giggle like a madman, he wanted to scream, he wanted to sleep, he wanted to jump for joy, he wanted to run naked through the streets... he wanted to stay right where he was, holding Koshino in his arms forever...
Koshino tilted his head, his eyes searching, trying to read Sendoh's thoughts.
"Where are you now Akira?" he asked.
"Right here Hiro-kun. Right here with you." Sendoh whispered, squeezing the other boy's hand.
Koshino smiled one of his rare, amazing smiles.
"Good. Yokatta." Koshino said, nuzzling his head into Sendoh's neck with a satisfied sigh. "It's about time you woke up."
~ owari
Koshino: *blushing furiously* what was that all about?
Sendoh: *huge grin* ne Kosh-kun *nudge nudge* wake me up again!
Koshino: *WHACK* baka hentai…
completed Dec 27 '02 ~ revised June 22 '03