No Rest For The Wicked
by the diggler
Warnings: This fic is a YAOI lemon [has explicit boyxboy homosexual content, FOR ADULTS ONLY] pwp and nc17. Just the way I likey.
A/N: This fic was a request from a SenRu-ToruFuji fan with a thing for tables… hehehehe...
Discalimer: Slam Dunk and related characters are the property of Inoue Takehiko et al.
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Horny.
Very, very horny.
That's what Sendoh was right now.
He knew he should be something like, sleepy, or tired, particularly since he had just gotten home from a nightclub where he had engaged in about three, maybe four hours of non-stop dancing... but the effect was just the opposite. In fact, Sendoh still had about three, maybe four hours of vigorous activity still left in him.
No doubt about it.
He HAD to get laid soon, or he might explode.
And his delicious boyfriend was completely oblivious to his torment, brazenly exposing his beautiful, tight, and oh-so-grope-able behind as he bent over to get a drink out of the fridge.
Rukawa was in serious danger of being attacked right now.
But then Sendoh's lust-clogged brain registered that the raven-haired boy was standing up already, twisting open the lid of a glass bottle with his shirt and bringing it to his lips.
Sendoh gulped as he watched Rukawa stretch his neck back to drink, the muscles of the boy's long, smooth, sweat-sheened throat contracting enticingly with every slow swallow, deftly illuminated in the dark room by the golden light from the fridge behind. With each passing second Sendoh's already tight-fitting leather pants became even more constricting, and he bit down on his lip as he resisted the urge to squirm.
After what seemed like an eternity the raven-haired boy's thirst subsided, and wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand he turned his gaze onto the older boy. A jolt of electricity jumped through Sendoh's body when their eyes made contact, but the younger boy still remained oblivious.
"You want one?" Rukawa asked.
Sendoh's hentai little cravings went into overdrive, and smirking to himself he nodded his head… Rukawa bent over again to retrieve another bottle from the fridge, and Sendoh's crotch leapt with joy.
In a heartbeat he had crossed the kitchen, and was pressing himself against his koi's luscious backside.
Rukawa yelped in surprise and spun around. Instantly his mouth was devoured as Sendoh grabbed his rear and pressed their bodies tightly together. When Rukawa pulled back for air, Sendoh's lips quickly found an earlobe, tugging on the flesh with his teeth as he began to rub his hard arousal against the raven-haired boy's crotch.
"Akira... what are you doing?" Rukawa rasped out breathlessly.
"You have been dancing up against me in the most erotic and tantalizing manner the whole night... and you think you can get away with it?" Sendoh growled into the younger boy's ear.
Rukawa groaned, his length hardening almost instantly.
And as soon as the spiky-haired boy felt the response he hauled the younger boy away from the fridge, pushed him against the kitchen counter, and viciously yanked down the boy's pants. In a millisecond Sendoh was on his knees, his tongue reaching out to give the other boy's length a long, hard lick.
Rukawa cried out at the sudden sensation, and the glass bottle he'd been holding crashed loudly onto the floor.
Startled, Sendoh pulled back, and seeing the broken shards of glass on the floor he smirked up at the raven-haired boy.
"Uh-Oh... Fujima's gonna be mad..." Sendoh snickered, referring to their somewhat... anal... flatmate.
"Kuso..." Rukawa cursed, cringing at the thought of receiving yet another of Fujima's rants about the mess they made and how they never appreciated how spic-and-span spotless clean he kept their apartment.
"Naughty, naughty boy." Sendoh said, giving Rukawa a look of mock disapproval.
"We should clean it--"
"Later." Sendoh interrupted. Then he grinned, licking his lips as he leaned in towards Rukawa's crotch. "First I think you should be punished…" Sendoh whispered, his breath teasing Rukawa's length and making the boy whimper.
"Wha... What if one of them walks in?" the younger boy protested shakily.
"Then let them watch. Lord knows they could use the inspiration…"
* * *
Hanagata jolted upright in bed, jerked out of his sleep by the sound of a loud crash.
He peered through the dark to the other side of the bed to see if Fujima might've heard it too, but his boyfriend was sound asleep.
Of course he was. Fujima was so tired these days... getting up early, working all day, coming home late... lately nothing could wake him up once he hit the sheets. And although their sex life was suffering severely, Hanagata knew that his boyfriend deserved every moment of rest he could get.
He sighed, pushing aside thoughts of his restless libido and focusing on his more immediate problem: the mysterious sound in their apartment…
Putting on his glasses, he carefully got out of bed and quietly left the room.
* * *
"Ah! Akira!" Rukawa cried out, clutching the edge of the kitchen counter for support as the older boy hungrily sucked his length, caressing his special spot inside with probing fingers.
Then suddenly Sendoh stopped his ministrations and stood up, violently pulling Rukawa forward and bending him over the kitchen table. In no time at all, Sendoh managed to unzip his leather pants and free his own straining erection, instantly pressing it against the younger boy's exposed backside.
"Akira wait! At least let's go to our bedroom!" Rukawa gasped in protest.
"No! I want inside you NOW!" Sendoh growled. And to prove his need, he buried his cock into the raven-haired boy with one swift thrust.
"Oh GOD! Akiraaaa!"
* * *
Hanagata's cheeks instantly flushed a deep shade of red…
But he simply could not tear his eyes away from the scene he was viewing through the window in the kitchen door.
He didn't know it was even possible... that Rukawa's icy façade could crumble and contort into this visage of sheer bliss... the flush on the ice prince's usually pale cheeks clearly visible in the light from the open fridge... his usually soft voice raised to an amazingly loud volume as groans of ecstasy escaped his trembling lips…
Hanagata's cheeks heated even further when he felt his crotch responding to the sight, but still he stood rooted to the spot, his long-neglected and needy libido overpowering all control over his... limbs.
Then his eyes caught the motion of Sendoh's hand, and he watched transfixed as it left Rukawa's hip to push up the back of the raven-haired boy's tight-fitting shirt, exposing the deep arch of the younger boy's back. His gaze trailed the path of Sendoh's fingers as they slid down Rukawa's spine, roaming across pale flesh and rounded curves as the spiky-haired boy thrust inside.
And then that hand finally settled, caressing the small of the raven-haired boy's back, and his sight was drawn to the movement of Sendoh's other hand, watching as the spiky-haired boy slowly unbuttoned his own shirt, parting it wide. A firm chest was revealed, glistening with sweat, dark nipples screaming to be pinched and tight stomach muscles clenching with each drive of his hips. Burning eyes followed Sendoh's palm as it slid down that slick, heaving, chest, his wetted hand then reaching further down... around the younger boy's waist... towards the boy's purple dark erection…
Hanagata's hand unconsciously mimicked Sendoh's path, sliding down into his own boxers, and reaching towards his own leaking length. Finally fingers encircled hardness, and he stifled a moan just as the raven-haired boy threw his head back and gasped.
Almost simultaneously, his hand began pumping in time with Sendoh's rhythm, and his other hand slammed up against the wall for support as his knees suddenly weakened. Seconds later the raven-haired boy released a long, low moan, and he had to clench his jaw shut to keep from doing the same.
Then Rukawa turned his head, looking over his shoulder at the boy behind him with a desperate gleam in his eyes…
"Faster Akira…" the raven-haired boy begged, and the spiky-haired boy complied, quickening the pistoning of his hips and the pace of his hand, unknowingly urging their bespectacled watcher to do the same.
Hanagata's vision fogged as his glasses steamed up, and he barely even realized when he reached up to take them off, so intent was he on the show he was witnessing. His knuckles went white as he tightly gripped the frames, the frantic sounds of passion spurring him on as slightly blurred forms continued their rocking.
Then Rukawa began gasping even louder, and he watched as the raven-haired boy reached out to clutch the opposite end of the table, steadying himself against Sendoh's forceful thrusting. Hanagata bit his lip against a groan, the taste of blood in his mouth going unnoticed as he furiously fisted his erection.
Then suddenly the raven-haired boy's back arched, and his jaw dropped open in a silent scream as his pearly climax spurted across Sendoh's fingers.
Hanagata nearly shot his load right then and there-- but a hand suddenly grabbed his arm, yanking it away. He yelped in surprise and jumped back, his glasses hitting the floor with a loud crack.
"K-Kenji!" he stammered.
"Oh you baaad boy..." Fujima hissed.
Hanagata froze, his flushed cheeks now red with embarrassment as he stood caught before his boyfriend.
But then suddenly he saw Fujima's hand moving, sliding up the inside of his own inner-thigh and cupping his own brief-clad crotch.
Hanagata's eyes widened when he saw the bulge there.
And then Fujima stepped closer, and Hanagata saw the expression on his boyfriend's face more clearly…
Fujima was grinning, leering at him with a hungry gleam that he hadn't seen in the other boy's eyes for a long time…
* * *
"What was that?" Rukawa said, his head jerking up from where it was resting on the table.
"You heard that?" Sendoh responded. Rukawa nodded. Hastily the two boys zipped up their pants.
Then Sendoh went to close the fridge, engulfing the room in darkness. Quietly they opened the kitchen door, cautiously peeking out. Seeing nothing amiss, they stepped out of the room.
Their stealthy silence was broken by the sound of a loud crunch.
"What the--?" Sendoh exclaimed, lifting up his foot and peering at the floor. He bent over to pick up the mysterious object he had crushed.
When he came back up, he held Hanagata's glasses in his hand.
Rukawa raised an eyebrow.
Suddenly there was a loud slam, and both their heads whipped around to the direction of Fujima and Hanagata's room.
A yelp was heard from behind the door.
Closely followed by a low moan.
"Ohhhh Toru..."
Sendoh instantly felt his boyfriend's glare.
"...‘Let them watch’ huh?" Rukawa seethed.
Sendoh gave the boy a sheepish grin.
The moaning continued, increasing in volume.
"Aw c'mon Kaede... don't they sound inspired?" Sendoh snickered, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Hn." Rukawa huffed, even as his lips curled up into a smirk.
~ owari
completed March 2 '03 ~ revised March 14 '03