Mask of Tears

Title: Mask of Tears

Author: Tashy

Email: bloody_powder_snow@hotmail.com

Archive: sure...

Comments: Well, this is one of the first kirito x kohta fics that I

wrote...it's in first person, and each part is from someone else's

perspective, except this part, which isn't! Woooo! This is um...what

happens after Takeo gets Kirito and Kohta together. ahem. :x

Genre: Romance, Angst....o.o;

Rating: This part is ah...NC-17?

Pairing: Kirito x Kohta, Takeo x Aiji, Kohta x Jun...I think that's

it?

LEMON WARNING. LEMON WARNING. LEMON WARNING. There. You have been

warned. Please don't get angry, this part SUCKS. x.x; Sorry if there

are typos btw...I wrote it during school. u.u

***

"Are you sure about this?" a deep voice whispered as the buttons on

his shirt were being undone. A simple nod and a grunt of affirmation

told him that there was no stopping this brother of his, and so he

laid back on the lush pillows littering the queen sized bed and

succumbed to the wonderful waves of pleasure wracking his body.

He wondered why he had such a large bed anyway. Was he secretly

planning on using it for this purpose even when he bought it years

ago? But it made sense, after all, he was sure that Kirito probably--

acutally, most definitely--had been in intimate relationships before

him.

And that made the taste of Kirito's tongue in his mouth a little

sour.

But he continued to kiss him, kiss him hard, lips and tongues meshing

together in a wet mess of sweet salava. Kohta could hardly contain

his excitement that all this was *finally* happening. Never in his

dreams had he imagined such pleasure, such warmth, and it sent him

spiraling into a pit of utter happiness.

Kirito was feeling the same thing he was. Right now it didn't matter

that they were brothers, that they were blood-related and both male.

Right now all that mattered was the salty taste of Kohta's tan skin

under his lips as he moved his mouth from the mouth so like his own

to drop little snowflakes onto the soft neck next to him. Heat rushed

between his legs as he heard a small moan escape his little brother's

lips. His heart was beating in his chest rapidly as he moved his

delicate fingers over Kohta's collarbone, pressing down only slightly

on the raised flesh. A whimper was the blonde's response this time.

It filled Kirito's ears with warm breath that was very much welcome.

He couldn't keep his fingertips away from his brother's skin; it

seemed to glow in the dark gloom of the bedroom. Kirito purposefully

had kept his bedroom with bad lighting; he rarely liked the people

that had ended up beneath him, and in sex, it was much easier to

imagine Kohta squirming under his touch when the lights were bad. But

with Kohta really laying out across his bed, Kirito cursed the fact

that he couldn't see his beloved little brother better. He wanted to

remember every head tilt, every lip bite, every movement Kohta made

because of him. Because of -his- touch. Because of -his- lips. And no

one else's.

Kirito replaced his fingers hesitantly with his tongue, dipping into

the small cavity. It continued a small journey downward, encouraged

by the short gasps of Kohta. His teeth grazed one of Kohta's nipples,

sucking on it gently, eyes rolling upwards to see Kohta's _expression.

His brother's eyes were closed, his chin upwards; Kirito bit his

nipple as he saw Kohta's tongue sneak out to wet his lips.A sharp

intake of air later, Kirito moved his tongue over to the other,

ignored nipple. His fingers played with its wet brother. An odd heat

rose in his chest as he felt Kohta's strong, bass-calloused hands run

gently through his charcoal hair. Unconciously he twisted Kohta's

nipple in excitement, and his cry of pain made Kirito's ears

bleed. "Shh..." he gasped over the nipple. That was the last thing he

wanted to hear: Kohta in pain. he had already ben through enough of

that thanks to Kirito's idiocy, and he would be damned if he'd let

himself hurt him anymore.

Kirito's lips gently brushed agaisnt the bruised part, and the

fingers in his hair loosened and relaxed. Kirito continued his

descent downwards, kissing the hard muscles of Kohta's stomach.

Kirito recalled all the times he'd seen Kohta working out, tuning his

body past perfection in Kirito's eyes. The sweat ran down his sharp

profile as he did raised pushups, his breath in short, even bursts.

Kirito had always longed to touch them, kiss them; he greedily took

advantage of his position and smothered his tight stomach in heavy

kisses. A smirk crossed his delicate features as Kohta's back arched,

his long digits twisted and wrapped up in Kirito's silky hair. He was

determined to make Kohta sweat more than he had ever before...and

Kirito always got what he wanted.

The flame between his legs was too big to ignore now; he shot up for

one meanigful, almost apologetic kiss. Kohta's eyes fluttered open,

watching intently as Kirito threw his pinstripe pants to the floor.

Kohta had always loved the image of Kirito's body; small in frame yet

rippling with muscles hidden beneath milky skin. Suddenly he wanted

to touch his brother more than anything else. But Kirito was occupied

with the task of freeing Kohta from the restraints of his own pants.

For the first time that night Kohta blushed. was he really good

enough? All the time Kohta spent working out was to impress Kirito,

try to be at least somewhat attractive to him...

"Don't be scared...you're absolutely gorgeous. I never want you to

leave...me..." Kirito trailed off, finding it hard to concentrate on

silky words when that body was beneath him. Kohta stared at him, and

Kirito read the lust in his eyes. Well, as long as they were on the

same page.

Kirito found his mouth pressed against the tip of Kohta's erection,

and he couldn't stop himself from squirming as Kohta whimpered. He

had to control himself. It wouldn't be much longer now.

Slowly Kirito took it into his mouth, closing his eyes and shivering

a bit as Kohta moaned. It felt heavy in Kirito's ears. In his own

excitement he began to suck gently, his hands digging into Kohta's

thighs. The blonde's legs had unconciously risen, his knees shaking

as Kirito moved his tongue on the underside of his erection. It was

quite possibly the best thing Kohta had ever felt in his entire life.

When Kohta began to thrust into Kirito's mouth, he almost lost it.

Almost. But Kirito was well disciplined. He retracted his mouth

gradually, bathing the tip with his tongue before pulling away

completely.

Kohta's cries to continue were almost too much. Almost.

Kirito managed to gasp out a "shh" and crawled between Kohta's

slender legs. He wrapped his arms around his brother's slimn figured.

No way was he going to let go of him. At all. Ever. Kohta was his.

From now until...forever.

They shared another sweet kiss, and Kohta closed his eyes as if to

brace himself for what he knew was coming. Kirito kissed his forehead

reassuringly, though his mind was reeling so much he hadn't the

faintest idea what exactly he was reassuringly Kohta of.

Without another thought he pushed himself in.

Kohta screamed.

Kirito calmed him with a sloppy kiss. That was the bst he could offer

him. The tight warmth of Kohta was throwing Kirito off the edge. He

was panting and pushing and squeezing and kissing. It was like a blur

of color and stars and...he couldn't think. He couldn't stop, either.

Kohta looked so radiant beneath him, the sweat glistening on his

honey skin. Kirito wanted to taste it. Now.

His tongue reached the face so close to his and licked the tip of his

nose. Salty yet sweet. The room was alive with noises. Kirito could

barely tell what his mouth was doing and what Kohta's was doing.

And suddenly, Kohta grew incredibly tight.

This time, Kirito screamed, but not in pain.

Kohta's arms around his neck were just as tight as his insides, and

his knees were quivering. He wanted more, he needed more...he wanted

it all, all of it, all of his brother.

Kohta just hoped to god he would make Kirito feel good.

But by the black, sweaty hair slapping his cheeks and the perfect

white teeth clinging to his lip, Kohta figured Kirito was enjoying

himself more than he had imagined.

There wasn't much more, he couldn't take much more...

He exploded.

And that one moment, that one scream was worth all the painful masks

Kirito put up.

The way Kohta screamed his name was the most beautiful thing he had

ever heard in his entire life.

~owari~