omniscient_insight | Life is so Trivial~

Shouichi gasped, and his grip on the couch tightened as his legs threatened to give way underneath him. The flush that had yet to completely disappear from the squad captain's cheeks darkened once more, and it took him more than a few tries before he could speak a full sentence again.

"I won't, not even if the two of us didn't...do this."

Just another lie. One more lie to add to the thousands he'd spoken in the course of their...whatever they had.

Shouichi leaned closer, and softly pressed his lips against Byakuran's.

The Supreme Commander's hands moved from his sides, one hooking around Shouichi's hips loosely and the other hand went up to grab onto the other's neck. His fingers pressed lightly against the other's flesh, but his hand was merely a weight, there was no strength to his grip.

"And what is 'this',Shou-chan?" Byakuran asked in a hushed tone, allowing Shouichi to kiss him. Though it was much too soft for his liking. The hand around Shouichi's neck tightened, bringing the other down closer to him and smashing their lips harder against each other.

In a way, he had to thank Shouichi for his revelation. A boy he had met not only in one world, but in another lifetime as well. It was from that interaction he was able to figure that he could share his mind with his other selves. A sign that he was truly different from everyone else.

And it was only natural to be friends with him. In every world, he had been closer to this person. He had happy, mundane times with Shouichi,as well as in his elevated position now. A treasured friend, a useful pawn...somehow they seem to meshed into one. Maybe in times like these none of things matter. It was simply acts of the flesh, carnal desires.

Byakuran broke the kiss,still keeping Shouichi close to him."What is 'this' that we're doing, Shou-chan? This is definitely not filing."

"Definitely not," Shouichi agreed, but gave no straight answer to the man's question. He moved his knee from between Byakura's legs to outside them, then smoothly slid forward to sit on the man's lap. "None of this can go on record after all."

And then he fell silent, just staring at his best friend. Once he boarded that plane to Japan there would be no turning back-- not that he'd ever had that choice, knew he didn't, since the day he'd regained his memories. Shouichi slid one of his hands to Byakuran's face, lightly mapping it and memorizing it.

"I'll miss you," he said seriously, with an immense amount of honesty he alone would ever know and appreciate.

Byakuran wasn't sure how to take the other's admission. Perhaps it stirred something in his black heart, something that was once warm and human. The white haired mafioso slowly smiled."I'm sure Shou-chan can't wait to get away from me. I'm sure my teasing has been insufferable, hasn't it?"

"But I will surely miss having Shou-chan so close to me. Everyone else is so strict and boring. No one's as fun to play with as you." Byakuran hummed softly. It sounded as if he was missing his favorite toy, maybe a little bit of it was something like that. But there was some sincerity in them as well. He did enjoy the red head's company. His relationship with Shouichi was one of the few that was this "close", and they knew each other even before he came involved with the mafia.

Byakuran shifted, sitting up and leaning into Shouichi, his mouth close to the other's ear. His teeth nibbling on the other's ear lobe before a tongue ran up the shell." But even if Shou-chan isn't here with me, my eyes will always follow you. Since Shou-chan belongs to me, he can't escape me. I won't let you."

Shouichi shivered at the touch to his ear and Byakuran's words. His best friend had always been possessive, even when they were still back in college. His going to Japan was supposed to put a distance between them, both physically and emotionally. But now he wondered if it would just make Byakuran tighten the strings he'd weaved around him.

"Even after all this time, you still don't trust me?" Shouichi asked, his voice flat and cold but with the slightest hint of sadness. He didn't deserve to be trusted, not really, but not everything he'd done so far was just an act. In fact, most of his actions had been genuine...he really cared for his best friend. Even if he didn't deserve to be trusted, it still hurt that he wasn't.

Shouichi placed both hands on Byakuran's shoulders for balance, and slowly ground his hips against the man's.

"Shou-chan is my dearest friend, of course I trust him." Byakuran replied against the other's neck, warm breath ghosting over his pale skin.

He did trust the sun guardian...to an extent. It should be easy to trust someone when you dictated their every move. Shouichi couldn't stray from his influence, but there was things Byakuran knew he couldn't control. The other's thoughts and emotions.

He nuzzled the other's neck as he felt the other roll his hips against him, and shifted his hips to meet Shouichi's."..It's everyone else I don't trust." He finished, biting into his best friend. Especially knowing that a friend of Shouichi's would be there. What was his name again? Sparkler? Spam? Spanner? Whatever.

"Nngh-!"

Shouichi stiffened at the sudden sharp pain, his hands tightening around Byakuran's shoulders. But he didn't pull away. He would let Byakuran mark him as the man would, to reassure that he wouldn't stray. His 'loyalty' was the only trump card that Shouichi held over him, the only chance this world had at being saved.

"You have nothing to worry about..." Shouichi murmured, grinding his hips down a little more firmly. He groaned at the stimulation; it was nowhere near enough. "Byakura-san, I...don't have much time left."

He wanted more time to play with Shouichi, but he didn't want the other miss his flight, especially since he was being so alleviating. Byakuran made sure his mark was clearly defined by his teeth before withdrawing.

"All right, Shou-chan~" He said in a sing song tone which was completely opposite from his action next.He pinned them both to the couch,hovering over the other as he unzipped Shouichi's pant revealing the underwear underneath."...we'll make this quick."

The mafioso simply tugged down the other's pants and tossed it aside in a matter of seconds,working on removing his.

Shouichi yelped when Byakuran suddenly flipped them so that he was lying down on the couch. But it was soft, and didn't hurt the least bit, and the subordinate obediently lifted his hips when his boss tried to get his pants off. When Byakuran got off him to strip, goosebumps immediately appeared on the Japanese's legs. The man always kept his office cold.

"Are we...right here?" Shouichi asked, unconsciously rubbing his thighs together for some warmth. It made quite a sight, should Byakuran look. And the question was probably odd, considering they were already half-naked. It wasn't like Shouichi had never been taken on this couch either. But Byakuran didn't hide lube in his office...at least, Shouichi hadn't known him to.

"Do you have any...ah..." He trailed off, blushing furiously, at the sight of Byakuran's naked length.

"Oh? Would Shou-chan rather we do this on my desk? That's kind of scandalous." The white haired haired man purred his pants lowered and disgared just as quickly. It was one of those days, the commander decided to go without underwear. Perfect day for it.

The room was slightly cold, but hadn't really noticed it till now, seeing Shouichi rub his thighs together to get warmth. It was kind of erotic, watching it. Skin against skin.

At the question, Byakuran tilted his head."...lube?" He supposed he did have some...somewhere. He began to fish under the cushion with his hand. He found various things candies, new or half eaten, some reports he stuffed there, a hand held game was stashed there as well, more candy...and then he found it. A vial of strawberry flavored lube. He looked at it curiously as he squeezed some into his hand."...I wonder if it really tastes like strawberry."

The reddish gel cool on his fingers, but he warmed it within his own hand before spreading over the red head's entrance."...I guess Shou-chan can't take me dry,yet. That means we haven't screwed each other nearly enough. We need to fix that, Shou-chan."

Shouichi watched Byakuran root underneath the couch cushions, and his eyes narrowed as the man's hand re-emerged with what could only be lubrication. The ginger had no delusions about being his only lover, but that didn't mean he had to like the idea that Byakuran often fucked other people in his office. His expression darkened a little, even as he spread his legs for the man.

The jealousy soon fell away to pleasure and anticipation though, and Shouichi sighed as Byakuran's fingers passed over his entrance. "When I get back..." was the empty promise, as he wrapped his hands around his and Byakuran's arousal, stroking both of them to full hardness.

Byakuran paused and he groaned, feeling that familiar hand on his cock,stimulating him to full arousal. His hardness already aching, wanting to be inside of the other. But that couldn't be possible yet, Shouichi wasn't prepared yet.So the mafioso went to work as well, pushing his fingers into his right hand man, stretching the other for when he would eventually penetrate him.

Byakuran bent over Shouichi, lowering his head close to the other's."I'll hold you to it, Shou-chan." He crushed his lips against the other's soon after, his fingers digging deep and searching for the very thing that made the red head scream. The commander wanted to swallow those screams and mewls within his own being. His own pants from his lover's ministrations being devour within the darkness of Shouichi's mouth.

Shouichi moaned into Byakuran's mouth, and then his back arched as the man's fingers brushed against the bundle of pleasurable nerves deep inside of him. Shouichi's hand tightened around their cocks, his scream lost somewhere inside their kiss. His tongue sought out his lover's almost desperately as he pushed back against those fingers, his passage clenching around them and sucking the digits in.

Shouichi's scream was inaudible, but delcious as felt the vibrations of it through his mouth. His tongue lashed at the Red head's, dancing with it as the other frantically twisting with his own.

He felt his fingers sinking deeper into the other, being swallowed in that tight, hot space. If it was doing that, then Shouichi was ready to take him. But Byakuran wanted to tease him a little more before that. He pressed into the prostate again,making the other's body a slave to the pressure of that sensitive spot.

When Byakuran pressed down hard against his prostate, Shouichi couldn't hold back. His own body's reactions were out of his control as he broke the kiss, groaning out loud into the cold air of Byakuran's office. Although it wasn't soundproofed specifically for this purpose, it was a good thing that it was. Shouichi could be rather loud and shameless when he was lost in pleasure.

"Byakuran-san..nnn...now."

Shouichi let go off their cocks in favor of fully lying back down on the couch, spreading his legs and bracing his feet against the leather. Basically offering himself to the man before him, the blush high on his cheeks and his chest also red underneath the shirt he still wore.

A grin spread across the white haired sky's face. By now he knew what kind of buttons to push to get the most agreeable reaction from Shouichi. But this....this had Byakuran thinking that perhaps the redhead had something similar in mind. Did he anticipate that coming here,to his office, he would be doing something like this with him? Probably not, Shouichi didn't think like that and Byakuran doubted he had his guardian so wrapped around his finger.

Well with such a display, a pleasant eagerness, how could he deny him. The White Spell commander removed his fingers from inside the other, and replaced them by pushing his harden cock against the ring of muscle. He doesn't hesitate, pushing through and feeling the redhead underneath him yield for him.

Byakuran inhaled sharply, feeling himself being surrounded by the familiar warmth that was Shouichi, and shivering at the wall of muscles pushing against him snugly.Did Shouichi really have to leave so soon?"...what time is your flight again, Shou-chan?" The leader of the White Spell asked, his voice breathy.

He finally pushed all the way inside, filling the other's ass up, before moving his hips, moving in and out.

He was asking him this? Now?? It took several moments for Shouichi to remember the exact time of his flight, and when he did it came out as a moan. He clutched at Byakuran's shoulders as the man pushed into him, his hold not relaxing the least bit when his best friend pulled out. No, he hadn't anticipated this happening when he came in here, but that didn't mean the likelihood didn't occur to Shouichi. This was their last chance to be together after all.

And oh, they would be together. Wrapping his legs around Byakuran's waist, he lifted himself to meet the next thrust, allowing the man's length to drive deeper into him. Connecting them in such a way that would be difficult to tell where one ended and the other began. Shouichi keened and gasped with pain, tears pricking his eyes behind his glasses. Pain was the best way to brand one's mind and memory. And if Byakuran-san wanted his body to remember him clearly....

"Haa--there!" Shouichi gasped, seeing white as the head of his lover's cock struck his core. His hands scrabbled around the albino's shoulders, gripping hard enough for his knuckles to turn white.

"...S-shou-chan." Byakuran's breath hitched as he felt the red head moving with him. Matching his own pace with his own variation that somehow completed their act. Like a continuous meeting of their bodies. It felt good. Too good.

The head of his cock hit that bundle of nerves, sending the Ginger into a frantic and the commander threw his head back as he felt the other's inside squeezing and pulsating around him. His hands grabbed on to each cheek of the sun guardian's ass, gripping them so hard that his nails dug in to the pale flesh, making flaring half moon indents there.

From there he drilled himself into the writhing ginger, accurately hitting that point over and over. The only sounds that could be heard was their heavy breathing, the sound of flesh slapping against each other and of course those plentiful mewls coming from Shouichi's lips. It was truly intoxicating. The white haired sky even started to lick up the tears of pleasure that rolled down Shouichi's face, tastier than any sweet he's ever eaten.

Shouichi's eyes slipped close as he felt Byakuran lick at his cheeks. With the man's hands holding his ass so tightly, there was little he could do but let him thrust into him repeatedly. Not that he had any brain cells left to do much else. Each thrust hit his prostate perfectly, creating white explosions behind his closed eyelids.

"Haa...haa..."

Shouichi shuddered violently after one particular thrust, and his hands relaxed from their deathgrip around Byakuran's shoulders. They slid down the man's chest to his stomach, and then between their legs where their bodies met. His fingers brushed Byakuran's cock briefly when it slid out of him, before wrapping around his own.

"I'm...nnnn...close," he rasped out, twisting his hands and jerking himself off, trying to find a rhythm that would match Byakuran's movements inside him.

Byakuran was pretty close as well. He could feel his release building up inside of him. His head lolled back, eyes closing in ecstasy, feeling the Ginger's insides pulsate every time he hit that nerve. The other's body really knew how to get him going.

"...cum..."He placed his mouth to the other's ear again, breath coming in pants as he egged Shouichi's release. He stopped slamming into his subordinate, and instead, applied a constant pressure to that point. Grinding the head of his cock against it."...cum...for...me."

As if he wasn't so close to his climax already, the sudden new sensations was all too much. The feeling of Byakuran's cock against his prostate, the man's breath against his ear and those words...Shouichi came hard, his ass squeezing Byakuran's cock to the point of being painful and staining his Millefiore uniform top with his cum.

"You too..." he breathed, touching Byakuran's face with his dirty fingers as he willed his body to relax. To loosen enough for Byakuran to move but remain tight enough to give him the utmost pleasure.

Byakuran felt the other's inner walls tightening around, squeezing his own erection and milking his own climax out of him. The mafioso leaned into the other's soiled hands as they touched his face. His body tensed, and he was following Shouichi into euphoria, his hot, creamy seed spill against the other's prostate and filling up the other's ass with his essence.

He placed his head on Shouichi's shoulder feeling the afterglow take him. He felt like he was literally floating. It was an amazing feeling,one he had has feel dozens of times before, but never grew tired of. Recovering he nuzzled the other's neck, pressing his lips against them. He then raised his head up higher as he pulled out of the ginger.

"How about another round, Shou-chan?" Byakuran offered, and without waiting for a response he's already lifting the other's leg over his shoulder, making his body turn to the side. The millfiore leader pushed himself into Shouichi,the other's insides hot, and sticky with his cum."...You still have time~."

Shouichi groaned long and low as Byakuran spilled himself inside of him. No matter how many times they did this, he could and would never understand how something that was essentially disgusting by nature could feel so amazing. The other's seed inside of him felt so wonderful, hot and slick and comforting, making him feel pleasantly full. He could feel some of the cum spilling out of his ass and sliding down his crack, and that felt wonderful too.

"Nnn..."

He sighed as Byakuran dropped himself on top of him, almost petting the man's hair before remembering the seed on his own fingers. Pressed up like that against him though, his boss probably got the stain on his uniform too. They really should have taken them off first. Shouichi was thankful he had his band shirt underneath, though he wondered what kind of rumors would come from walking out of this office with uniform top folded underneath an arm.

"Ah-!"

Lost in his thoughts and post-sex stupor, the technician gasped as his lover suddenly pulled out of him. His eyes glazed over with lust and pleasure as the movement caused more spent to spill out, and Shouichi barely heard the other's question. He gave a yelp when Byakuran suddenly moved him however, his eyes growing impossible wide as the man entered him again. The new position allowed the man to slide in deeper, the cum inside Shouichi slicking the way.

"No! Byakuran-san--aah!"

Byakuran slipped into Shouichi easily, the other was already slick from his release, so it was easy for him to go deeper the second time around. The other's insides were even warmer than before, even more inviting. He arched his back, gripping the arm of his couch to support him."No?" He questioned.

A hand coming up to Shouichi's uniform top and he unzips the zipper, opening it up and revealing his t-shirt underneath. He then pushed the t-shirt up revealing the other's stomach. His hand smoothing over the other's flat stomach. before lowering and taking a hold of the other's limp cock."...Don't you mean, 'yes, please'?"

He began to moved his hips, sliding out and slamming back inside. These were their last moments together. In the same room. Naked against each other. Was it such a crime to reap all the benefits while he could? Of course it was, and that's why Byakuran was doing it. He'll make sure with this encounter, Shouichi would have him engraved in his mind. No one else will be able to satisfy him.

"Haa...no..." Shouichi breathed, even as his cock started to harden at the slightest touch from Byakuran's hand. His body wasn't resisting the length pounding into him either, sucking it in even, his walls pulsating around the member. Shouichi groaned, unsure if he was shivering from the pleasure or the sudden cold air on his chest. Maybe both.

"Byakuran-san...Byakuran..san..." He kept repeating the other's name like a mantra, a cry for each thrust the man made inside him. The entire couch was shaking and squeaking with their movements but he didn't care, keening over the sounds it made with pleasure. His hands reached up towards his boss, grabbing whatever he could of the man's uniform.

Life is so Trivial~

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