Down The Rabbit-Hole
by the diggler
Warnings: This fic is a YAOI lemon [has explicit boyxboy homosexual content, FOR ADULTS ONLY]. And Hanamichi is kinda OOC in this... but that's where all the fun is ^_~
Disclaimer: Slam Dunk and related characters are the property of Inoue Takehiko et al.
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"What am I doing here?" Sendoh muttered to himself.
Looking down at the small piece of paper in his hand Sendoh examined it for anything other than the time and street address that was scrawled across it. The scant amount of information had led him here, to Shohoku, to a relatively busy street in a commercial area with nothing out of the ordinary or particularly enlightening going on. For the millionth time he wondered exactly what he was supposed to be looking for, but no answers presented themselves, and didn't look like they were about to. How had he gotten into this? Oh yeah. It had all started a week ago...
"Sendoh."
Noisy chatter and tinny clinking sounds from eating utensils against plates filled the air as the spiky-haired boy continued to stare out the cafeteria window.
"Sennndooooh " Koshino called again. And again received no response.
"Sendoh!" he yelled.
"Huh? What? Yes? Huh?" Sendoh came stammering to attention. Koshino raised an eyebrow.
"Have you heard a word of what I've been saying?" he asked. Sendoh grinned sheepishly, a hand going to the back of his head.
"Sorry Kosh, I guess I'm a little out of it today, I didn't get much sleep last night."
"Oh?" Koshino smirked. "Had a hot date?"
"No! No, of course not." Sendoh replied.
"Don't tell me you were actually up studying?" the other boy mocked.
"No, nothing like that."
"Then what?" Koshino prodded, already having a good idea what the likely scenario was.
Sendoh blushed.
"I... I just couldn't sleep is all." he said.
Koshino sighed in exasperation.
"I know; You were up all night thinking about a certain redhead and, shall we say, 'relieving the tension' ...ne? NE?" he said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Kosh!" Sendoh exclaimed. The other boy laughed.
"You are just TOO predictable these days Sendoh."
Sendoh groaned, plunking his head heavily onto the table.
"What else am I supposed to do? I haven't been on a date in forever." he muttered.
"So GO on a date." Koshino replied.
"I can't. It's not the same anymore. I just can't enjoy myself." Sendoh said, sighing.
Koshino frowned at the dejection in his friend's voice.
"You know, you really should get over it already. This isn't healthy."
"I've tried Kosh... I don't think I can." Sendoh said quietly.
Koshino's frown deepened.
"Hi Koshino-san! Sendoh-san!" Hikoichi greeted, appearing at their table and interrupting the gloom with his perkiness. Koshino smiled at the younger boy while Sendoh continued to wallow, forehead pressed firmly to the table surface.
"Ne Koshino-san, what's wrong with Sendoh-san?" the younger boy asked, sitting down.
"Oh, he's just mooning over that Sakuragi idiot again." Koshino replied.
"Oh." Hikoichi mouthed in understanding. Sendoh sighed.
"He's so beautiful So funny So talented So beautiful "
"You said that one already." Koshino said. Sendoh ignored him.
"If only I had a chance! Then maybe I could do something about it! Get it out of my system!" Sendoh whimpered.
"You know sempai, it's been a year since Sakuragi's last rejection, and I haven't heard anything about him and any girls since then maybe he's decided to give them up altogether?" Hikoichi offered. Sendoh raised his head.
"You think?" he asked, his voice hopeful.
"Why don't you talk to him or something sempai? Get to know him, maybe then you can find out."
Sendoh appeared to think about it for a second, but then his shoulders sagged.
"But what if I do get to know him, and then I find out he's still into girls after all I know if I spend time with him I'll want him even more, so it'll REALLY suck then if I can't have him. No, maybe it's better to just keep it a fantasy."
"You mean 'obsession'" Koshino snorted. Sendoh groaned, his head banging down onto the table again. Hikoichi brows furrowed in sympathy for his spiky-haired senior.
"Hey I know!" Koshino suddenly exclaimed. "Hikoichi!" he said, clamping his hand down on the younger boy's shoulder and making him jump in his seat. "You're like a super-spy right?" Koshino asked.
"Huh?" Hikoichi looked at the older boy, confused.
"You're always off collecting information and stuff about people aren't you?" Koshino prompted.
"Yes, but... it's not really spying..." Hikoichi protested.
"It's the same thing." Koshino said, waving his hand in dismissal. "So couldn't you spy on Sakuragi for Sendoh, find out if the man's got a chance or not?" Koshino asked, grinning like he'd just invented sliced bread.
"I dunno sempai Sakuragi-san is kinda scary it might be dangerous " Hikoichi said.
"Oh come on Hikoichi, look at the man!" Koshino said, gesturing at the still-whimpering spiky-haired boy. Sendoh looked up from the table, pouting pitifully from underneath his teary puppy-dog eyes. Hikoichi still looked unsure.
"Then do it for the team! How's this whimpering, moaning, mess of a man supposed to lead us to an inter-high victory?!"
"Hey!" Sendoh protested indignantly.
"And how about all of us poor teammates that have to put up with his constant raving and whining about that redheaded baka? It's getting so bad that I'm starting to have nightmares about giant Sakuragi's coming to get me with their killer basketballs! And it's usually giant Taoka-sensei's!"
Koshino paused as all three boys shuddered.
"Ne Hikoichi " Koshino whimpered, turning his own pair of puppy-dog eyes onto the younger boy. "Save my sanity Do it for me " he said, tugging on the younger boy's arm. Hikoichi blushed.
"O-Okay I'll do it." Hikoichi finally gave in.
"Yatta!" both Sendoh and Koshino exclaimed, Koshino hugging the younger boy and making him blush even harder while Sendoh grinned his first genuine smile in a long time.
So here he was, a week later, standing on some random sidewalk in Shohoku, led here by this small strip of paper that Hikoichi had given to him yesterday. The boy had looked more frazzled than usual, telling him nothing except that it held the answers to what he wanted to know. So he had come.
He hadn't gotten any answers yet though. And the designated time had passed.
But he decided to wait anyway. He didn't have anything better to do at the moment but go home and mope, so he would rather hang around just in case the answer to ending said useless moping happened to present itself after all.
Five minutes passed.
Then ten.
Fifteen...
...Twenty...
And yet Sendoh waited, fidgeting restlessly on the sidewalk as people passed him by, going about their normal business with nothing more than the occasional glance tossed his way.
But then, just when Sendoh was seriously thinking about giving up and going home, he saw something that he wouldn't be able to miss anywhere - A shock of red hair standing head and shoulders above the rest of the crowd, belonging to none other than the boy who consumed his thoughts all day and all night long - Sakuragi Hanamichi.
Sendoh gaped. Even from this distance the redhead looked delicious, loose white t-shirt outlining the defined muscles of his shoulders, jeans hugging those long, long legs in all the right places... This was it. This had to be what he was been waiting for.
Good thing Hanamichi didn't notice him, the way he was openly ogling the redhead and quite possibly drooling all over himself. He finally snapped out of it though, when he suddenly realized that the redhead was about to vanish from his sight. Limbs springing into motion he followed, keeping a safe distance so that he could watch the redhead without being noticed. After all, he still didn't really know what he was supposed to do at this point, if he was supposed to approach the redhead or something... But he could've done that anytime already, so there had to be something more to this. He just had to be patient.
And he'd never had an opportunity like this before, to observe the redhead so openly, so he was loving every minute of it. He watched mesmerized as Hanamichi strolled down the sidewalk, not a care in the world, and paid close attention when the redhead stopped occasionally to look at something inside a shop. It seemed that Hanamichi liked to read manga, stopping to flip through some books on a stand outside one store. Sendoh avidly observed every expression on Hanamichi's face as he read, learning that the redhead's brows furrowed when he concentrated, at the same time biting his lip in the most adorable manner. Hanamichi also seemed to like action movies, stopping to look at the poster for one coming out soon. It was a movie Sendoh was looking forward to watching himself. Maybe if things went right, he could ask Hanamichi to watch it with him. Though if things went right, he probably wouldnt be able to concentrate on the movie much at all...
Suddenly someone loudly called out the redhead's name, pulling him out of his thoughts. He looked over to see a bunch of guys whom he recognized from their basketball games, who usually sat in the crowd and cheered the redhead on. The rowdy group of boys seemed to be good friends with Hanamichi, kidding around noisily with him as they took over the sidewalk, completely ignoring the disapproving stares that more than a few people gave them. Hanamichi's face absolutely lit up when he was with his friends, and his laugh... it was so infectious that Sendoh wanted to laugh with him, even though he didn't know what was so funny.
The group eventually disappeared into a Pachinko arcade, but Sendoh didn't follow. Sighing heavily, he leaned back against a lamppost, looking up at the already dark sky, and tried to process everything that had happened. So far he hadn't seen anything that helped his situation, in fact it was making it worse. The short time he'd spent spying on the redhead was already affecting him strongly, having to watch the redhead laugh and hang out with his friends from afar, sheer torture. He had so wanted to be at the redhead's side, joking around with him... had so wanted to kiss the redhead silly every time he'd smiled. Heh. Kissing was just the beginning of things he wanted to do to Hanamichi. But he wouldn't let himself start thinking about that, not out here in the open like this.
He should probably leave now, before it was too late... before everything became too much to deal with, too much to have to forget.
He stepped away from the lamppost, turning to go-- but just as he did the arcade door opened, and the barrage of noise that poured out of it grabbed his attention back... and that was when he saw Hanamichi coming out, alone.
Despite his previous resolve to leave, Sendoh found himself following the flame-haired boy again. He just couldn't help it anymore! Sendoh laughed bitterly at himself. Guess Koshino would have to add 'stalker' to the list of whimpering, moaning, useless mess of a man.
He kept his distance as the redhead led him through town, passing restaurants, cafes, and bars while patrons milled about dressed for a night of relaxation and reveling. But then they turned a corner, away from the bright lights and noise, and began walking down a relatively dark and quiet street. He wondered what they were doing here in this seemingly deserted part of town, but kept following, almost hypnotized by the redhead's long strides, thankful for the dark sky aiding his cover. Eventually he began to hear the faint strains of muffled music pumping from the direction Hanamichi was heading, and realized that this place wasn't as deserted as it seemed.
Then all of a sudden, Hanamichi stripped off his white t-shirt, sticking it in the back of his jeans' waist and letting the rest hang out in a tail.
Sendoh gasped in shock, nearly tripping over his own feet.
He watched dumfounded and drooling as the redhead sauntered up to the door from which the music was coming from, greeting the bouncer outside like they were old friends.
It wasn't until Hanamichi disappeared inside that he found his legs again, snapping his jaw back shut and giving himself a shake... And then he followed, determined to play out this curiouser and curiouser mystery.
He began walking towards the door, the bouncer eyeing him critically. A small rush of panic gripped him when he suddenly realized that he was underage and didn't have any ID... but he was on a mission, so he took a deep breath, and maintained his course.
"Hey, hang on a sec." the bouncer growled, pushing a large hand against Sendoh's chest and stopping him when he tried to go in.
"Yes?" Sendoh said, flashing him a nervous smile. The burly man raised an eyebrow, eyeing him up and down. Sendoh looked down at himself, wondering if maybe there was some kind of a dress code. But then he remembered what Hanamichi was wearing, or rather, wasn't wearing, and decided that couldn't be the problem. The man turned away and Sendoh fidgeted nervously, wondering if he should run, but the prospect of the gorgeous redhead waiting inside gave him the courage to stay put.
The next thing he knew, he was drenched in ice-cold water.
Sendoh sputtered, staring at the apparently insane bouncer holding an empty pitcher in his hand. The bouncer merely grinned at him, gold fillings twinkling at him in the darkened doorway. Then the man reached out towards his head, and Sendoh reflexively flinched away, but to his surprise the man merely ruffled his hair a few times, messing up the now wet strands.
"There. Now you look hot." the burly man said.
Sendoh blinked owlishly a few times, then looked down at himself, his loose black t-shirt and bluejeans now clinging to every inch of his skin.
"And now you can go in." the man grinned. Sendoh looked back up at him, eyes still wide and wondering what surreal universe he had found himself in. He watched the bouncer warily as he inched his way past, not quite sure what strange craziness the man might try next.
But as soon as the door opened he no longer had the capacity to worry, his senses overwhelmed and bombarded with loud music, smoky air, and flashing lights. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but when they did, his jaw nearly hit the floor.
Men everywhere.
Not a woman in sight.
He thought he'd died and gone to heaven.
This was it! This was really really it! What he'd been looking for! Because if Hanamichi was in a place like this, then surely he had some kind of chance!
He immediately began looking for the redhead, determined to make his move now. Finally he spotted him at the bar, chatting closely with the bartender, and started making his way over.
But then, when he was halfway there, some guy showed up next to the redhead, whispering in his ear and grabbing his ass. Sendoh growled in his throat, but instead of punching him in the face like he'd hoped the redhead would, Hanamichi smiled, apparently knowing the guy.
And quite well.
As the two took off towards the dance floor Sendoh slinked the rest of the way to the bar, totally dejected. He didn't have any luck did he? Just when he found out that Hanamichi was into guys, he found out that the redhead already had a guy. Dammit.
"Hey, why the long face?"
Sendoh looked up, the bartender giving him an inquiring look from across the counter. He glanced over at the... preoccupied redhead again, and let out a despondent sigh.
"Ahhhh." the bartender said, nodding in understanding.
"Here. Have a drink. On the house." the man said, plunking a cold one down in front of him.
"Thanks. That's just what I need." Sendoh said, taking a swig. Sitting down on an empty bar stool, he leaned back against the counter, watching the redhead dance in the distance. It was about the most delicious thing he'd ever seen with his own two eyes. The way the redhead moved his hips... it was a veritable wet dream come true. Sendoh wished it was him the redhead was pressed up to and rubbing against, but he supposed it just wasn't meant to be.
"Feisty one, that Sakuragi... no one can seem to hold him down." the bartender commented.
Wait a minute.
Sendoh whipped around.
Did that mean...? Could Hanamichi still be available?!
There was a God after all!
Sendoh took another deep gulp of his beer, building up his courage again. When he was done with his drink, he would go over there and ask the redhead to dance. Yeah.
Plunking down the empty bottle on the counter, he stepped off his bar stool... but as soon as he put his feet on the ground, he almost fell over, a wave of dizziness washing over him. He shook his head against the feeling, trying to get a grip on himself. Something was very wrong here. One beer was definitely not enough to have this effect on him. His vision started swimming, the music becoming a blur in his ears... but he could've sworn he saw Hanamichi walking towards him, just before he blacked out.
* * *
Sendoh blinked his eyes open, feeling disoriented and head-woozy. For a moment he couldn't understand why it felt like he had a hangover, minus the pounding headache, until he remembered what had happened at that club. Eyes flying open he looked around at where he was, and found himself lying on a bed in an dimly lit and unfamiliar room, his arms tied to the bed's headboard, his mouth gagged, and his clothes... completely gone. He began to panic, struggling against his bonds and trying to get himself free-- when he heard footsteps approaching the door. He froze, watching terrified as the handle turned and the door opened, and in walked-- Hanamichi!
"Ahhh you're awake." the redhead grinned.
Sendoh stared at him, wide-eyed. He tried to demand what the hell was going on, but his words were muffled by the gag. Hanamichi smirked, slowly walking over to the bed.
"I see you got my message." the redhead said, raising a little white slip of paper... the very one Hikoichi had given him.
"Yep, that's right, I was the one who sent it. I caught Hikoichi spying on me, and with a little friendly persuasion, he told me all about your little 'obsession'." Hanamichi said, coming closer. Then the redhead paused, looking down at Sendoh's naked form. "Well, maybe not so 'little'" he said, smirking suggestively.
Sendoh blushed, drawing his legs up in an attempt to cover himself. But then Hanamichi suddenly climbed onto the bed, straddling Sendoh's naked hips unashamedly.
"Don't worry, I'm not mad." Hanamichi said, leaning forward until his face was bare inches from Sendoh's own.
"Actually, I think it's kinda sweet..." the redhead said with a smile.
But then it turned into a mischievous smirk.
"Very sweet " he continued, and a bottle of honey appeared in front of Sendoh's face.
The redhead leaned even closer, his breath warm and teasing against Sendoh's stretched lips.
"In fact, you're just begging to be eaten up aren't you?"
A shocked sound finally strangled its way out of Sendoh's throat.
"Would you like that Sendoh? Would you like to be eaten up?" the redhead asked huskily.
Sendoh heard a small pop as the bottle was twisted open, and something like a whine escaped his throat. Hanamichi grinned at that, like a cat that caught a rat, and he leaned back on his heels, smirking down at Sendoh.
Lifting his hand to Sendoh's chest, the redhead lightly traced his knuckles downwards, exploring Sendoh's smooth skin. Sendoh's breath hitched at the playful-light touch, and Hanamichi made an appreciative sound in his throat, licking his lips hungrily.
Then the redhead raised the bottle of honey. With one long squeeze, he formed a dark pool of the thick liquid on Sendoh's stomach, making a trail up to the center of his chest. Hanamichi then dipped his fingers into the puddle, lifting them up to his mouth and licking them, sucking them and moaning in his throat as he savored the taste.
Sendoh whimpered, panting as he watched the sensual display. Then Hanamichi slowly leaned down, hovering over his stomach, and Sendoh's breath quickened with anticipation. Finally the redhead stuck his tongue out, letting it dangle into the thick puddle on his skin. Sendoh's stomach shook at the touch, but Hanamichi pressed his hand into Sendoh's bare hip, holding him still. Ever so slowly the redhead lapped up the honey there, teasingly caressing Sendoh's stomach with long, slow strokes of his tongue.
Sendoh fought to keep control, but to no avail, his length stirring between his legs. The redhead's lips were so close, just a few inches lower and he would be there. But Hanamichi had other plans, painstakingly removing every single drop of honey from his skin, following the trail until it ended at his chest. And as he licked up the last drop there, Hanamichi looked up at him, giving him a grin that told him this sweet torture was far from over.
The bottle appeared again, and this time Hanamichi made a puddle of honey right in the center of his chest. Then the redhead put his palm right on top of it, and began to spread it all over him, to his neck, downwards, all over his chest and across his nipples, fingers stopping to twist and pinch the rosy nubs until they were pebbled hard.
Sendoh's back arched up off the bed, his breath heavy as the redhead played with the small buds mercilessly. Then as if apologizing, Hanamichi leaned down, lips covering his abused flesh and suckling it ever so gently, tongue swirling slowly around the protruding hardness. Then, licking his way over Sendoh's chest, the redhead gave the other bud the same treatment, and Sendoh moaned deep in his throat, his legs kicking slowly against the bedsheets as his hips squirmed and his arousal hardened full and dark.
Hanamichi released his nipples, mouthing his way up his chest to take up the honey that had been waiting there. Then Hanamichi's lips were on his throat, lapping up the honey that had pooled under his Adam's apple. When it was gone the redhead's lips moved even further up his neck, and Sendoh whimpered as that talented tongue worked at the area under his jaw, all the way up to his ears, sucking on one of the sensitive lobes for good measure.
The redhead pulled back, licking his lips as he looked down at him, and Sendoh was suddenly struck at the color of Hanamichi's eyes, flecked and dark like the honey. Absolutely delicious. The redhead smiled at him, almost as if he'd heard his thoughts, then began backing down the bed. He paused when he saw Sendoh's erection, and looked back up at him with a knowing smirk.
"Eager are we?"
Sendoh looked away, his cheeks flushing. But then he felt Hanamichi pushing his legs apart, settling himself in between them, and Sendoh had to look again. The bottle had found its way back to the redhead's hands, and this time Hanamichi went all out, drowning every inch of Sendoh's throbbing hot crotch with it.
Sendoh gasped, squirming at the coolness on his straining flesh. Hanamichi smirked at him, leaving long trails of honey down the insides of his thighs and kneading them with his hands, smearing the honey all over his legs and parting them further. Then the redhead leaned down again, lapping languorously at the end of a trail near Sendoh's knee, slowly following the path up his thigh.
Little sounds of pleasure escaped Sendoh's throat as Hanamichi made his way further and further up, slowly massaging the sensitive skin of his inner thighs with his mouth. But before the redhead got all the way to the end of the trail he went back down to the other knee, beginning the agonizingly slow torture all over again.
By the time Hanamichi had made it all the way up his other leg Sendoh was whimpering desperately, but again the redhead pulled away. A sound of protest escaped Sendoh's throat, but Hanamichi merely smirked at him.
Then suddenly, the redhead's hand was cupping his balls, massaging them with his palm as his fingers teased underneath, the movements made utterly liquid and smooth from the honey. Sendoh threw his head back with a deep groan, his legs parting wantonly and his hips arching off the bed. Finally the redhead's fingers slid up, curling around his erection and squeezing it, pumping it, covering it with honey and precum.
Sendoh was groaning desperately now, completely gone in pleasure. But just when he thought it couldn't get any better, the redhead leaned down and sucked him in, mouthing his tip and swirling his tongue around it. And when Sendoh's hips bucked up reactively Hanamichi grabbed them, with one motion pushing him down on the bed and taking him all the way down his throat. Sendoh screamed through his gag, the heat of Hanamichi's wet mouth on his throbbing length a sensation too amazing to have ever imagined.
The redhead pumped him a few more times, then released him again, sliding his lips down along the side of Sendoh's cock and then sucking in one of his balls. Sendoh whined in his throat as all the honey was sucked away from his testicles, the redhead's tongue nuzzling in between the velvety sacs to capture every drop. Then Hanamichi's mouth slithered back to Sendoh's length, lapping and working with his lips as Sendoh groaned and begged the redhead with his eyes for more.
Finally Hanamichi relented, taking him in again, lips so soft and wet against his length as he was sucked hard and deep. Sendoh was practically screaming behind his gag, the pleasure so intense his head was thrashing wildly against the pillow, his wrists chafing from the constant pulling at his bonds. And then he went rigid, his back arching as his climax exploded through his body, spurting out into Hanamichi's mouth.
The redhead swallowed his release, sucking on him until he was dry and beginning to soften. Finally Hanamichi moved away, leaning back on his heels and wiping at his chin, giving Sendoh a dazed but gratified grin. Sendoh could barely keep his eyes open, having just had the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced in his life.
"Ah-ah-ah... Stay awake sugar, I'm not done with you yet." Hanamichi said, wagging his finger. Getting off the bed he moved to stand next to it, bottle of honey in hand once again. Then slowly, he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down, revealing his flushing stiff erection. Sendoh moaned at the sight.
Unscrewing the cap of the honey, Hanamichi lifted the bottle, and this time poured some of it onto his own nipple. The redhead then reached up to his chest, his head lolling back and his cock twitching as his long fingers smeared the liquid around the rosy nub. Sendoh whimpered with desire as he watched, and he felt his length beginning to stir awake again.
Then Hanamichi poured some honey into his palm, and bringing it down to his crotch he pumped himself, covering every inch of his length and sacs, rubbing his precum into the honey mix. When the redhead moaned lowly in response to his self-stimulation, Sendoh found himself helplessly groaning along with him, his length hardening full and fast. Eyes finding Sendoh's again, the redhead raised his honey covered hand up to his mouth, and began licking the long digits clean.
"Mmmm tastes good." Hanamichi murmured. "Would you like to taste?" he asked. Sendoh's eyes went wide. He nodded. Hanamichi smirked at him, then climbed onto the bed again, straddling his waist and leaning forward to undo the gag. Sendoh barely noticed it being removed, his eyes firmly fixed on the redhead's glistening wet arousal mere inches away from his face. He felt honey-covered fingers being pushed into his mouth, and he sucked them in, his tongue working to lap up all of the sweet liquid he could. One by one he sucked Hanamichi's fingers clean, then lapped thirstily at the redhead's palm.
Finally the redhead pulled his hand away, moving up the bed and straddling Sendoh's chest. Sendoh's eyes were glued to the sight of Hanamichi's flushing arousal, riveted as the redhead took the stiff organ in his hand, guiding it closer and closer. He opened his mouth for it, but the redhead teased him, only tracing his lips with the tip of it. Frustrated and greedy, Sendoh twisted his head, with a quick motion capturing the tip with his lips and sucking on it. Hanamichi hissed in pleasure as he was drawn in, until finally Sendoh's mouth was filled all the way with the redhead's hot hardness. Slowly Hanamichi pumped his hips, moaning softly as he thrust himself in and out of Sendoh's mouth a few times, and then he pulled out again, moving his hips up until his honey-covered balls were at Sendoh's lips.
"Lick everything up." the redhead commanded. And Sendoh obeyed, his tongue lapping at every inch of soft skin he could get, working his way all around and back up to the redhead's length again.
"Ohhhh that's good." Hanamichi moaned, his fingers clenching in Sendoh's hair.
"Untie me " Sendoh murmured, his lips still lingering on the redhead's cock, "I want to touch you." he implored. Hanamichi pulled away, and Sendoh moaned in protest.
"Uh-Uh." Hanamichi replied, shaking his head. "Just watch." he commanded. He found the bottle of honey again, pouring it out onto his palm once more, but then the redhead turned around, his back facing Sendoh as he straddled Sendoh's waist. The redhead reached behind himself, down in between his cheeks, and then smeared the honey in between them, caressing his tight pucker right before Sendoh's eyes.
"Oh my god " Sendoh groaned, unbelievably turned on by the display. Then Hanamichi moved down the bed, leaning back and cupping Sendoh's cock with his cheeks, rubbing it against his honeyed hole. Sendoh groaned, the liquid friction driving him insane. He wanted so badly to push himself into the redhead, but he couldn't get the right angle, the redhead was completely in control.
"Gods please " Sendoh begged. The redhead moaned lowly, the muscles in his back clenching and shuddering, and then abruptly he turned around again, taking Sendoh's cock in his hand and guiding it to his entrance. A loud yell escaped Sendoh's throat as Hanamichi pushed down, taking him in with one long push.
The redhead paused for a moment, head thrown back and panting. And then he began moving, and Sendoh's mind was blown away from the tightness pumping his length. He thrust up eagerly into the redhead, and Hanamichi met him halfway, riding him with utter abandonment. The bed began to rock, their moans and cries growing louder and longer and more desperate... Then suddenly, one of Sendoh's hands came free, his bonding finally coming loose from having pulled on it so hard for so long.
Before Hanamichi even noticed, he untied his other wrist and sat up, grabbing the redhead around the waist. Hanamichi let out a startled cry as Sendoh quickly reversed their position, flipping the redhead around underneath him. But the redhead did not protest, wrapping his legs around Sendoh's waist and drawing him closer, continuing to rock his hips up against him. He let go of the redhead, trying to place his hands down on the bed for support to thrust harder... when his fingers brushed across something plastic and round. He grinned as he unscrewed the bottle of honey, quickly pouring it all over Hanamichi's chest and neck and all the way up into the redhead's mouth. Hanamichi made a surprised gurgling sound but Sendoh cut it off, claiming the redhead's lips and tasting him thoroughly.
Sendoh moaned blissfully as he finally kissed the redhead, and Hanamichi whimpered against him in response, clawing at his back eagerly. He barely pulled back for air before his mouth was working again, sucking and licking at the honey on Hanamichi's neck and chest, hungry for the feel of the redhead's skin against his lips.
"Sendoh " the redhead moaned in his ear, and he began thrusting deeper, hooking his arm under one of the redhead's legs for a better angle as the redhead's length rubbed against his stomach. Hanamichi threw his head back, his groans becoming agonized with ecstasy.
"Sendoh! I'm--! I'm--!" and the redhead came, sobbing out with gasping breaths. Sendoh followed closely behind, arching back with a sharp cry as his body was seized with the throws of his release.
* * *
They lay together quietly on the bed, comfortable and completely sated. Hanamichi lay on his stomach, his eyes resting closed though he was awake, and Sendoh lay on his back next to him, staring up at the ceiling and contemplating.
"Ne... do you do this often?" he asked the redhead softly. Hanamichi opened his eyes.
"Do what?" he asked.
Sendoh rolled onto his side, facing the redhead.
"You know... this." Sendoh replied, gesturing at themselves. Hanamichi heaved a lazy sigh, closing his eyes again with a small grin.
"You mean, kidnap my stalkers and take them home to have wild crazy sex with them?" he murmured.
"Well... yeah." Sendoh said.
Hanamichi opened his eyes again, considering him silently.
"No." he finally said. Sendoh let go of a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
"But I ain't exactly a virgin either." the redhead added.
"I... figured as much." Sendoh said softly, giving Hanamichi a quick smile. Hanamichi nodded, satisfied that was clear, then closed his eyes again.
But Sendoh continued to gaze at the redhead, his brows furrowing.
"So then... why?" he eventually asked.
Hanamichi sighed.
"Because I like you." the redhead answered matter-of-factly, as if it was obvious.
Sendoh grinned.
"Oh." he said.
But it still wasn't enough.
"Is that a 'I like you and I had fun doing naughty things with you tonight' or an 'I like you and I'd like to do naughty things with you again'?" he asked.
Hanamichi laughed. He pushed himself up onto his side, facing Sendoh.
"Both. Sort of." he answered, mirth in his eyes.
"Huh?" Sendoh asked, confused. The redhead leaned in close, his voice becoming husky as his gaze became more serious.
"It's more like... 'I like you and that was the best sex I've ever had and I'd like to do it again..." he said, giving Sendoh a kiss, "And again " he continued, giving Sendoh another kiss, "And again... " he said, giving him one last kiss before pulling away and grinning, "...Most probably on a regular basis." he finished, his eyes twinkling again.
A big smile crept up onto Sendoh's face, and he took the redhead in his arms, pulling him close.
"Now that's an answer I can live with."
~ owari
completed November 7 '04 ~ revised January 15 '05