Fill the Silence - fic
Can't get these guys out of my head. Quick GenRai kinda pwp. Doing my part to make Mondays Prondays!
This falls a short time after Answers.
Warnings: Toys, masturbation, anal
Rating: NC-17
Fill the Silence
It was one of those early autumn evenings when it was too cold outside to open the window, too warm inside to turn on the heat. And it was quiet, that heavy sort of quiet that presses in on your eardrums when you stop to listen too long. Raidou was due back tomorrow. In the meantime, I shuffled around the apartment, nursing a healing ankle and bored out of my mind. Trying to fill the silence in any way I could.
Right now, the slick sound of my hand on my cock and the usually inaudible buzz of the vibrator in my ass were loud in the close, dark space of my bedroom. I was taking my time getting myself off. The hours were dragging on by, and self-love had become my last refuge; I was hoping that the ringing in my ears when I was done would last me until I fell asleep. I twisted my hand up my cock, calloused palm sliding wetly over that super-sensitive spot just under my glans, thumbed my slit and let out a soft moan. I reached lower with my other hand, flicked the vibrator up one more level, and now it was almost deafening.
In spite of all my reflexes, natural and trained, I still jumped when I heard the dry click of a key in the front door lock. The loud clink of equipment landing on the floor hinted at exhaustion - he couldn't even spare the energy to put it down carefully. I reached between my legs, pulled out the toy and flicked it off, and I was in the middle of climbing off the bed when a light knock sounded on my door.
"Genma?" Raidou inquired softly.
"Come in, it's not locked," I answered, sitting back down and tucking the sheets around my waist. My heartbeat, already quick and strong, sped up when the door swung open.
Raidou.
The light from the hallway stretched his shadow out all the way to my bed. I reached out and tugged the chain to turn on my bedside lamp. He didn't come in right away, just looked me over, his eyes shadowed with deep black circles.
I know what it must have looked like to him - my skin was sweaty and flushed, and the room smelled strongly of my usual lube. Like he had caught me in the middle of something. Which he had.
Our shift from friends-only status to this unidentified something more was recent enough that my knee-jerk reaction to having him see me like this was to feel embarrassed, and a little ashamed. My hands tightened in the sheets, pulled them up to cover my hips a bit more... and then I saw his tired expression sharpen, heat flickering behind his eyes. That look.
I relaxed my hands and smiled a little bit, reminded that this wasn't the Raidou that laughed nervously when I made a gay joke, that turned his eyes in the opposite direction when I came out of the shower with a towel around my waist. Well, he still made that nervous laugh, but now he was more likely to strip the towel off of me and drag me to whatever bedroom was closer.
"Everything still attached?" I asked, our standard, almost ritual greeting after away missions, some bit of gallows humor whose source I could remember, if I thought back hard enough.
But Raidou didn't answer. He took the four steps to the bed and leaned down, rested a knee on the mattress. His hand was cold when it spread over my stomach, and so was his nose against my cheek when he took my mouth in a deep, wet kiss. I inhaled deeply, caught the smells of oily smoke and blood, of sour sweat and the sharp tang of explosive powder. He pressed in, teeth clicking against mine, rested his weight more fully on the bed. I leaned back with the pressure of his hand until I was resting on the mattress.
Cold fingertips slipped down my stomach, under the sheet, and Raidou groaned when he found me already hard and slippery with lube. He took me in an underhanded grip, his fingertips sliding up the underside of my cock, and stroked me until I started moaning. It only took a few seconds; I was still feeling the effects of my solo activities, and he had picked up quickly on how I liked to be touched. He lightened the pressure of his hand, slid it lower to cup and rub my balls and inner thighs.
Not quite as distracted now, I had time to pull his headband off and push his flak jacket off his shoulders. I wanted to get to his skin.
He slid his lips down my jaw to my throat, the strong puffs of breath from his nose cooling the saliva as he moved down, and shrugged the rest of the way out of the heavy vest. Then his hand was under the sheet and between my legs again. He skimmed his palm over my dick and kept going until he pressed a finger against my slick hole.
"God, Genma," he whispered, then ran his teeth over the taut tendon of my neck, sending a shiver through my body. He pressed, and his finger slid in with no resistance. "Were you waiting for me?"
"No, I was-- " I groaned as he pushed in deep, burying his finger. I reached for the front of his pants. "Vibrator."
He exhaled sharply and pressed his hips forward into my touch, and I slid my fingertips over the shape of his cock. It was fully hard, straining against the fabric of his pants, turned up toward his hip.
"I was thinking about you, though," I admitted, my voice coming out rough. He groaned quietly again. I had become quite adept at unfastening these uniform pants one-handed, but I suddenly became clumsy when I felt two more fingers slide into my ass without warning.
"Ff-- fuck-- " I gasped, and arched my hips up so that he could press in even deeper, and he did. My cock jerked under the sheet, and Raidou bit down on my neck, just hard enough to send another tremor through my body.
"Ghh--" I grunted, jerking again when he targeted my prostate and curled his fingers against it. He was panting against my throat now, and so aroused I could almost taste it in the heat his body was giving off. I finally succeeded in unzipping his pants, and he groaned when I reached in and freed his cock. I wrapped my hand around him and gave him a slow stroke from balls to tip, and he attacked my mouth, pressed his tongue inside.
After a long, jaw-creaking kiss that left us both panting, he pulled away enough to whisper against my lips, "Want to fuck you."
"Mmh..." I agreed, nearly too turned on by this point to do anything but come. He slid his fingers out of me, and I managed to pull myself fully onto the bed, and then he peeled the sheet away from my legs, crawled over me, pressed his cock against mine.
"Fuck me," I whispered in the second before our lips met again, but he was already pushing my thigh up, sliding his cock down. I wrapped my other leg around his waist, nudged his pants down a little more with my heel as he lined himself up, and sucked in a hissing breath through my teeth when his wide head pushed through my ring of muscle.
He paused, breathing heavily against the side of my face, and I slid my hands underneath his shirt. I could feel a subtle tremor run through his body, could feel him straining to hold back.
"Give it to me, Rai," I whispered, digging my fingertips into the rippling muscle over his ribs. The fact that Raidou was a careful and generous lover, even with a man, had ceased to surprise me after the first week. But I knew that slow, that gentle wasn't what he needed now. He still hesitated, maybe remembering that first night, when I admitted to being sore, and the exaggerated swagger I had in my step on a few other occasions. "Fuck me as hard as you need to. I can take it."
He still didn't push in... instead he pulled out and kissed me softly. I kissed back, and then grinned at him when he leaned back and lifted my leg, crossed it over to the other side of his body, and slapped me lightly on the bottom.
He had only taken me from behind a few times, but those were some of the best fucks I have ever had. For some reason, he liked screwing face-to-face. I never complained - any sex was good sex, and it turned out that any sex with Raidou was great sex - but there was something about him ramming into me from behind that really fucking did it for me.
I settled on my elbows and knees and suddenly Raidou's long, still mostly dressed body pressed against me from shoulders to thighs, and his breath was hot in my ear. I saw his hand slip under my pillow and come back out with the bottle of lube. Mattress springs creaked when he sat back on his knees, and after a few seconds the bottle thumped down on the sheet beside me. Out of habit, I nudged it back under the pillow.
I sighed in anticipation when I felt his slippery cock-head circle my relaxed pucker, and then he slid inside me with a deep groan. He grabbed my hips and pulled back, pushing steadily deeper until I felt his balls brush against mine.
"Ah-- God-- " I panted, digging my fingers into the sheets and pressing my forehead into the pillow. Without pausing, he pulled out almost all the way, and then thrust back in.
He tightened his fingers on my hips and picked up speed until he was feverishly slamming into me. The mattress springs counted out our tempo, and he cried out soft and short every time his hips smacked against my ass. I gritted my teeth and went along for the ride, aware that I was moaning almost continuously, pausing only to draw in a quick breath when my lungs emptied. My cock bounced and swayed with the frantic rhythm of our coupling.
Raidou groaned loudly, then pulled my ass back and held me there. He circled his hips, and I gasped at the shifting pressure inside my body. He ran one hand over my sweaty, shaking back and then pulled out.
I looked over my shoulder and saw him kicking out of his pants. He tugged his shirt over his head, mussing his already wild hair. I gave him a quick once-over - there was a healing bruise on his left shoulder, but there was no blood, only old scars scattered over his smooth bronze skin. I kept my eyes on him when he took his thick cock in his hand and lined up for re-entry.
We both exhaled heavily when he slid back in, slowly this time. He ran his hands up my sides, and then bent over me, pressing the bare, sweaty skin of his chest and stomach against my back. He thrust into me slowly as he brushed the damp hair off of my neck and leaned in close to kiss the sensitive skin under my ear.
"Feel good?" he whispered, dragging a hand over my stomach.
"Mmmm... yes... " I whispered back, allowing my eyelids to fall closed at the feel of his fingers wrapping around my cock. He stroked me gently while he pressed open-mouthed kisses down the long muscle of my shoulder, then he pulled his hand away. I felt him move his legs so that he was straddling mine, and he pressed against my lower back, so I lowered my body to the mattress. He took a deep breath and withdrew until the tip of his cock tugged at my asshole. Then he pounded straight down, nailing my prostate.
I cried out so loudly it echoed off the cracked plaster walls, rang in my ears while he did it again, and again, pulling out, then thrusting in sharply. He moaned against my shoulder blade, then pinned me down with his cock and started grinding into me with tight, circular movements of his hips.
I moaned uncontrollably and shook under him as my ass was stretched and probed and filled, and then he lifted up and started pounding into me again.
"Ah-- God-- Ah-- Fuck!" I gasped, each word punctuated by the slap of his lower stomach against my ass, the squeak of bed-springs, the slam of the headboard against the wall, his moans against my shoulder. "Ah-- fuck-- Rai-- Ah-- Ah-- Ah!"
He pinned me again, ground into me, and my orgasm hit with almost no warning. I choked on his name, gasping for a breath that I couldn't seem to draw with my diaphragm fluttering, spasming inside my chest, and then my whole world went white when his head slid over my prostate. I finally sucked in air, and then shouted it back out as I felt my come surge through the length of my cock to spatter against the sheet with such force that it probably soaked halfway through the mattress.
"Genma... " Raidou breathed above me, his thrusts becoming short and quick, and his left hand found mine and twined around it. A few more sharp thrusts, and he came with a thick moan against my neck, squeezing down hard enough to crack most of the joints in my fingers.
He relaxed over me gradually, letting his weight settle on top of me, but that weight was as welcome as the sound of him breathing. After a minute or so he rolled to the side and his arm thunked against the wall when he threw it over his eyes. With a soft grunt, I rolled to the other side, out of the wet spot. I tugged his shirt out from under my leg and used it to clean the worst of the come off of my stomach and inner thighs, then handed it to Raidou. He half-sat up and gave himself a cursory wipe-down.
"You okay?" I asked him when he laid back down, and we both knew I was talking about the mission.
"Saw some things," he replied, giving me a look that was utterly exhausted, but not haunted. He even managed a smile. "Better now."
"Good," I said, then wiped the sweat off my cheeks. The air in the room was sultry, stifling, and I reached over Raidou to crack open the window. I fell against the mattress in relief when a cool breeze spiraled in and spun through the room. With the light rustle of the wind it brought in, and the steady sound of Raidou breathing beside me, all the silence of the past week was just a memory.
END
This falls a short time after Answers.
Warnings: Toys, masturbation, anal
Rating: NC-17
Fill the Silence
It was one of those early autumn evenings when it was too cold outside to open the window, too warm inside to turn on the heat. And it was quiet, that heavy sort of quiet that presses in on your eardrums when you stop to listen too long. Raidou was due back tomorrow. In the meantime, I shuffled around the apartment, nursing a healing ankle and bored out of my mind. Trying to fill the silence in any way I could.
Right now, the slick sound of my hand on my cock and the usually inaudible buzz of the vibrator in my ass were loud in the close, dark space of my bedroom. I was taking my time getting myself off. The hours were dragging on by, and self-love had become my last refuge; I was hoping that the ringing in my ears when I was done would last me until I fell asleep. I twisted my hand up my cock, calloused palm sliding wetly over that super-sensitive spot just under my glans, thumbed my slit and let out a soft moan. I reached lower with my other hand, flicked the vibrator up one more level, and now it was almost deafening.
In spite of all my reflexes, natural and trained, I still jumped when I heard the dry click of a key in the front door lock. The loud clink of equipment landing on the floor hinted at exhaustion - he couldn't even spare the energy to put it down carefully. I reached between my legs, pulled out the toy and flicked it off, and I was in the middle of climbing off the bed when a light knock sounded on my door.
"Genma?" Raidou inquired softly.
"Come in, it's not locked," I answered, sitting back down and tucking the sheets around my waist. My heartbeat, already quick and strong, sped up when the door swung open.
Raidou.
The light from the hallway stretched his shadow out all the way to my bed. I reached out and tugged the chain to turn on my bedside lamp. He didn't come in right away, just looked me over, his eyes shadowed with deep black circles.
I know what it must have looked like to him - my skin was sweaty and flushed, and the room smelled strongly of my usual lube. Like he had caught me in the middle of something. Which he had.
Our shift from friends-only status to this unidentified something more was recent enough that my knee-jerk reaction to having him see me like this was to feel embarrassed, and a little ashamed. My hands tightened in the sheets, pulled them up to cover my hips a bit more... and then I saw his tired expression sharpen, heat flickering behind his eyes. That look.
I relaxed my hands and smiled a little bit, reminded that this wasn't the Raidou that laughed nervously when I made a gay joke, that turned his eyes in the opposite direction when I came out of the shower with a towel around my waist. Well, he still made that nervous laugh, but now he was more likely to strip the towel off of me and drag me to whatever bedroom was closer.
"Everything still attached?" I asked, our standard, almost ritual greeting after away missions, some bit of gallows humor whose source I could remember, if I thought back hard enough.
But Raidou didn't answer. He took the four steps to the bed and leaned down, rested a knee on the mattress. His hand was cold when it spread over my stomach, and so was his nose against my cheek when he took my mouth in a deep, wet kiss. I inhaled deeply, caught the smells of oily smoke and blood, of sour sweat and the sharp tang of explosive powder. He pressed in, teeth clicking against mine, rested his weight more fully on the bed. I leaned back with the pressure of his hand until I was resting on the mattress.
Cold fingertips slipped down my stomach, under the sheet, and Raidou groaned when he found me already hard and slippery with lube. He took me in an underhanded grip, his fingertips sliding up the underside of my cock, and stroked me until I started moaning. It only took a few seconds; I was still feeling the effects of my solo activities, and he had picked up quickly on how I liked to be touched. He lightened the pressure of his hand, slid it lower to cup and rub my balls and inner thighs.
Not quite as distracted now, I had time to pull his headband off and push his flak jacket off his shoulders. I wanted to get to his skin.
He slid his lips down my jaw to my throat, the strong puffs of breath from his nose cooling the saliva as he moved down, and shrugged the rest of the way out of the heavy vest. Then his hand was under the sheet and between my legs again. He skimmed his palm over my dick and kept going until he pressed a finger against my slick hole.
"God, Genma," he whispered, then ran his teeth over the taut tendon of my neck, sending a shiver through my body. He pressed, and his finger slid in with no resistance. "Were you waiting for me?"
"No, I was-- " I groaned as he pushed in deep, burying his finger. I reached for the front of his pants. "Vibrator."
He exhaled sharply and pressed his hips forward into my touch, and I slid my fingertips over the shape of his cock. It was fully hard, straining against the fabric of his pants, turned up toward his hip.
"I was thinking about you, though," I admitted, my voice coming out rough. He groaned quietly again. I had become quite adept at unfastening these uniform pants one-handed, but I suddenly became clumsy when I felt two more fingers slide into my ass without warning.
"Ff-- fuck-- " I gasped, and arched my hips up so that he could press in even deeper, and he did. My cock jerked under the sheet, and Raidou bit down on my neck, just hard enough to send another tremor through my body.
"Ghh--" I grunted, jerking again when he targeted my prostate and curled his fingers against it. He was panting against my throat now, and so aroused I could almost taste it in the heat his body was giving off. I finally succeeded in unzipping his pants, and he groaned when I reached in and freed his cock. I wrapped my hand around him and gave him a slow stroke from balls to tip, and he attacked my mouth, pressed his tongue inside.
After a long, jaw-creaking kiss that left us both panting, he pulled away enough to whisper against my lips, "Want to fuck you."
"Mmh..." I agreed, nearly too turned on by this point to do anything but come. He slid his fingers out of me, and I managed to pull myself fully onto the bed, and then he peeled the sheet away from my legs, crawled over me, pressed his cock against mine.
"Fuck me," I whispered in the second before our lips met again, but he was already pushing my thigh up, sliding his cock down. I wrapped my other leg around his waist, nudged his pants down a little more with my heel as he lined himself up, and sucked in a hissing breath through my teeth when his wide head pushed through my ring of muscle.
He paused, breathing heavily against the side of my face, and I slid my hands underneath his shirt. I could feel a subtle tremor run through his body, could feel him straining to hold back.
"Give it to me, Rai," I whispered, digging my fingertips into the rippling muscle over his ribs. The fact that Raidou was a careful and generous lover, even with a man, had ceased to surprise me after the first week. But I knew that slow, that gentle wasn't what he needed now. He still hesitated, maybe remembering that first night, when I admitted to being sore, and the exaggerated swagger I had in my step on a few other occasions. "Fuck me as hard as you need to. I can take it."
He still didn't push in... instead he pulled out and kissed me softly. I kissed back, and then grinned at him when he leaned back and lifted my leg, crossed it over to the other side of his body, and slapped me lightly on the bottom.
He had only taken me from behind a few times, but those were some of the best fucks I have ever had. For some reason, he liked screwing face-to-face. I never complained - any sex was good sex, and it turned out that any sex with Raidou was great sex - but there was something about him ramming into me from behind that really fucking did it for me.
I settled on my elbows and knees and suddenly Raidou's long, still mostly dressed body pressed against me from shoulders to thighs, and his breath was hot in my ear. I saw his hand slip under my pillow and come back out with the bottle of lube. Mattress springs creaked when he sat back on his knees, and after a few seconds the bottle thumped down on the sheet beside me. Out of habit, I nudged it back under the pillow.
I sighed in anticipation when I felt his slippery cock-head circle my relaxed pucker, and then he slid inside me with a deep groan. He grabbed my hips and pulled back, pushing steadily deeper until I felt his balls brush against mine.
"Ah-- God-- " I panted, digging my fingers into the sheets and pressing my forehead into the pillow. Without pausing, he pulled out almost all the way, and then thrust back in.
He tightened his fingers on my hips and picked up speed until he was feverishly slamming into me. The mattress springs counted out our tempo, and he cried out soft and short every time his hips smacked against my ass. I gritted my teeth and went along for the ride, aware that I was moaning almost continuously, pausing only to draw in a quick breath when my lungs emptied. My cock bounced and swayed with the frantic rhythm of our coupling.
Raidou groaned loudly, then pulled my ass back and held me there. He circled his hips, and I gasped at the shifting pressure inside my body. He ran one hand over my sweaty, shaking back and then pulled out.
I looked over my shoulder and saw him kicking out of his pants. He tugged his shirt over his head, mussing his already wild hair. I gave him a quick once-over - there was a healing bruise on his left shoulder, but there was no blood, only old scars scattered over his smooth bronze skin. I kept my eyes on him when he took his thick cock in his hand and lined up for re-entry.
We both exhaled heavily when he slid back in, slowly this time. He ran his hands up my sides, and then bent over me, pressing the bare, sweaty skin of his chest and stomach against my back. He thrust into me slowly as he brushed the damp hair off of my neck and leaned in close to kiss the sensitive skin under my ear.
"Feel good?" he whispered, dragging a hand over my stomach.
"Mmmm... yes... " I whispered back, allowing my eyelids to fall closed at the feel of his fingers wrapping around my cock. He stroked me gently while he pressed open-mouthed kisses down the long muscle of my shoulder, then he pulled his hand away. I felt him move his legs so that he was straddling mine, and he pressed against my lower back, so I lowered my body to the mattress. He took a deep breath and withdrew until the tip of his cock tugged at my asshole. Then he pounded straight down, nailing my prostate.
I cried out so loudly it echoed off the cracked plaster walls, rang in my ears while he did it again, and again, pulling out, then thrusting in sharply. He moaned against my shoulder blade, then pinned me down with his cock and started grinding into me with tight, circular movements of his hips.
I moaned uncontrollably and shook under him as my ass was stretched and probed and filled, and then he lifted up and started pounding into me again.
"Ah-- God-- Ah-- Fuck!" I gasped, each word punctuated by the slap of his lower stomach against my ass, the squeak of bed-springs, the slam of the headboard against the wall, his moans against my shoulder. "Ah-- fuck-- Rai-- Ah-- Ah-- Ah!"
He pinned me again, ground into me, and my orgasm hit with almost no warning. I choked on his name, gasping for a breath that I couldn't seem to draw with my diaphragm fluttering, spasming inside my chest, and then my whole world went white when his head slid over my prostate. I finally sucked in air, and then shouted it back out as I felt my come surge through the length of my cock to spatter against the sheet with such force that it probably soaked halfway through the mattress.
"Genma... " Raidou breathed above me, his thrusts becoming short and quick, and his left hand found mine and twined around it. A few more sharp thrusts, and he came with a thick moan against my neck, squeezing down hard enough to crack most of the joints in my fingers.
He relaxed over me gradually, letting his weight settle on top of me, but that weight was as welcome as the sound of him breathing. After a minute or so he rolled to the side and his arm thunked against the wall when he threw it over his eyes. With a soft grunt, I rolled to the other side, out of the wet spot. I tugged his shirt out from under my leg and used it to clean the worst of the come off of my stomach and inner thighs, then handed it to Raidou. He half-sat up and gave himself a cursory wipe-down.
"You okay?" I asked him when he laid back down, and we both knew I was talking about the mission.
"Saw some things," he replied, giving me a look that was utterly exhausted, but not haunted. He even managed a smile. "Better now."
"Good," I said, then wiped the sweat off my cheeks. The air in the room was sultry, stifling, and I reached over Raidou to crack open the window. I fell against the mattress in relief when a cool breeze spiraled in and spun through the room. With the light rustle of the wind it brought in, and the steady sound of Raidou breathing beside me, all the silence of the past week was just a memory.
END