Through The Looking-Glass
by the diggler
Warnings: This fic is a YAOI lemon [has explicit boyxboy homosexual content, FOR ADULTS ONLY] And totally PWP too. Ain't nothing waffy 'round for miles, unless of course, pwp lemons make you feel waffy inside hehehe.
Disclaimers: Slam Dunk and related characters are the property of Inoue Takehiko et al. Title is from Lewis Carroll.
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Anticipation.
It hung heavy in the night, thick like the scent of incense smoke that spiraled through the air.
The room was dim, the only light coming from a lamp on the bedside table, softly illuminating the bed in the center of the room, but seeming to forget everything else.
The bed was large, satin sheets turned down awaiting the return of its owner, and ready to welcome any guest he might bring with him.
From a dark corner music drifted in waves over the walls and through the curtains, loud enough to make its presence known, but not enough to interrupt any activity it would soon accompany.
A car pulled into the driveway, its headlights sending a strange play of light and shadow across the room, reflecting against mirrored closet doors.
Incense smoke suddenly shifted in the air, as if the room held its breath, eagerly awaiting what was soon to come.
Suddenly, a loud bang resounded through the hushed bedroom, door swinging wide as it was kicked open...
Two boys noisily made their entrance, moaning into each other's mouths as their lips locked, stumbling towards the bed as their tongues competed.
Hands were busy removing the shirt of a raven-haired beauty, revealing lean muscles encased in smooth pale skin.
Offending material tossed aside, the raven-haired beauty was pushed back onto the bed, forced to watch as his spiky-haired companion slowly stripped himself of his own shirt.
Baring his teeth in a predatory manner, the spiky-haired boy eased onto the bed, crawling over the supine boy's legs on all fours.
The raven-haired boy held his breath, observing every movement with burning eyes.
Then the spiky-haired boy stopped at the other boy's waist, dipping his head to unzip pants with his teeth.
Breath hitched in anticipation.
In one excruciatingly slow motion, the spiky-haired boy slid cloth down endlessly long legs, unveiling even more of that smooth flesh, pale velvet cocooning pulsing hardness.
The spiky-haired boy stood at the foot of the bed, drinking in the beauty of the naked form lying before him, biting his lip in hunger.
"Don't stop now..." the raven-haired boy said softly, and with cat-like grace moved to kneel on the bed before the standing boy.
Arms snaked around a broad back, pulling a taut nipple close for lips to suckle.
Fingers combed through raven black hair, moans escaping lips as a spiky-haired head was thrown back in pleasure.
Hands slid low to unbutton pants, pulling downwards until a firm rear was exposed, stiff arousal revealed.
Lips found their way down, engulfing hardness into wet warmth, eliciting a strangled cry from above.
Breath became louder, hips began to rock, and skin became flushed as pulses quickened.
Then with an agonized groan, fingers tightened in raven-black hair, pulling lips away from dripping hard flesh.
Another push, and the raven-haired boy was again on his back, parting his legs ever so slightly in invitation.
The spiky-haired boy fell to his knees on the bed, spreading those legs wide as he brought his face downwards, mouth clamping around waiting hardness, swallowing to the hilt.
The raven-haired boy gasped deliciously as his back arched, hands fisting in sheets as he tossed his head from side to side.
A hand ran down the back of a pale thigh, fingers inching their way towards the hidden depths between shaking legs.
The raven-haired boy cried out, brought his knees upwards, exposing his tight pucker even more as probing fingers penetrated.
The spiky-haired boy pulled his lips away from quivering hardness, observing his raven-haired companion's face as it twisted into exquisite pictures of passion.
Fingers were withdrawn and the raven-haired boy whimpered, ice blue eyes flying open to meet piercing sapphire.
"God you're beautiful." the spiky-haired boy breathed.
Hands entwined and the raven-haired boy was pulled up onto his knees like his companion, hard bodies pressed against each other as soft lips met.
"Turn around... let me look at you..." the spiky-haired boy whispered, maneuvering the raven-haired beauty to face the large mirrors that served as doors on the closet lining the wall.
The boy blushed, tried to turn away, but the spiky-haired boy embraced him from behind, holding him there.
Lips made their way down a long neck, soothing away any uncertainty, and the raven-haired boy rolled his head back, closing his eyes as he relented.
Dark blue eyes peered at the mirror from behind a pale shoulder, taking in the sight of the raven-haired beauty kneeling on the bed with legs parted wide, every inch of arousal exposed, pleading moans escaping past quivering lips.
Hands trailed down to grip pale hips, and the boy in the reflection suddenly arched his back with a strangled cry, penetrated by a hardness hidden from view.
And then those hips began to rock, guided by strong hands, meeting slow thrusts from behind.
"That's it... dance for me..." the spiky-haired boy moaned.
The raven-haired boy mewled at the deep tone of the voice in his ear, and his hips began to respond, rotating into a deeper circle, impaling himself onto hardness as his body moved in erotic turns.
The spiky-haired boy groaned, fingers clutching grinding hips even tighter.
Then a pale hand began to move downwards, intent on easing the ache of neglected arousal, standing out stiff and dark and full.
But the hand was intercepted by another from behind, fingers entwining to prevent escape.
"No... let me watch you..." the spiky-haired boy whispered. The raven-haired reflection bit his lip, reaching his other arm up to let itching fingers fist into spiky hair, not trusting themselves to comply with the whispered request.
The spiky-haired boy tightened his embrace, holding the other boy's hand prisoner as he trailed a free hand down a panting chest. The raven-haired boy shivered, teased by the light touch of fingertips as they traced their way to his nipple.
As the pink nub of flesh rolled in between fingers, pale hips rolled in response, glistening drops gracing the tip of hard arousal as it flushed even darker.
Finally the teasing hand made it's way down past tight stomach muscles, embracing what had been ignored for the sake of viewing pleasure.
The raven-haired boy groaned as he was gripped, a thumb circling his weeping head, moistening it with his own arousal.
And then the hand began to move, pumping in sync with undulating hips. Pale thighs began to shake, clenching as spasms of pleasure began shooting through them, hands and hardness surrounding.
The raven-haired reflection threw his head back, moaning with abandon as he lost himself in rapture, racked by convulsions of bliss.
The spiky-haired boy grunted loudly from behind, gripping the boy tighter, supporting them both as their thrusts became more frantic.
And then the raven-haired boy cried out, body tensing in a picture of ecstasy as white liquid spurted forth over fingers.
And the spiky-haired boy's eyes rolled back as his mouth opened in a silent scream, hips twitching as his last drops left him.
The boy behind released his grip, letting the raven-haired beauty drop back onto the bed, gasping for air.
He watched the heaving of that smooth pale chest with a satisfied grin, and began licking the beauty's sweet climax off his fingers.
Then he bent down, parting trembling thighs to lick them clean, working upwards to taste the last remaining drops on now tender flesh.
The raven-haired boy whimpered weakly, soothed by the wet touch on his raw skin.
The spiky-haired boy smiled, moved up to lie alongside the other boy, and lightly kissed his lips.
The boy was already asleep, exhausted by the intensity of his release.
The spiky-haired boy sighed and smiled again. He rolled over to get off the bed, and walked towards the closet.
He opened the mirrored door to be greeted with the scent of familiar cologne, musky sweat, and fresh semen.
A naked form emerged from the darkness of the closet, tanned arms reaching out to pull the spiky-haired boy close for a crushing kiss.
The spiky-haired boy did not resist, opening his mouth wide, allowing it to be plundered.
"Mmmmm, he tastes so good..." the tanned boy murmured appreciatively.
The spiky-haired boy smiled, cupped the other boy's tender crotch, and gave it a light squeeze.
"Did you like the show Maki-kun?" the spiky-haired boy whispered knowingly.
The tanned boy looked through the mirrored door at the sleeping form on the bed and grinned...
"Best one yet."
~ owari
A/N: This fic is a direct result of all the MakiSenRu fics that were floating around the AKML for a while... this was my take on the trio ^___^
ps: check out the alternate ending i posted at the AKML hehehe...
completed Dec 1 '02 ~ revised Feb 14 '03