[Multi-chapter] Oretachi no chikara (20/23)
Title: Oretachi no chikara (Our power)
Authors: tsuchi8562
Beta & Plot Bunny: yuuki_saya 3/9
Pairing: SakurAiba, Ohno
Genre: Fantasy, AU, Romance
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We own only the Magenthium Peroxidile plot.
*MASTERPOST*
The days were passing by quickly, and Aiba spent them on thinking about the dream and the damn machine. Since he saw the red mineral in his dream and the consequences of using it he was terrified. The images were so realistic, that he wanted to stop building that device. Sudden sting pierced his heart; he can lose everything, his friends, his people and Sho. The question was: didn’t he lose Sakurai already? They couldn’t meet, not mentioning about being together. Probably the time of acceptation that he won’t see president’s son ever again has come. Surprisingly Masaki didn’t shed a tear; he just put his head under the blanket and closed his eyes thinking about nothing. He didn’t know how much time had passed when he was lying like that when he heard unexpected noise coming from Ohno’s kitchen. This rumble was becoming louder and louder and after a while Satoshi came into the bedroom, closing the door properly behind him.
“Masaki… You have a guest…”
“I don’t want to see anybody right now.” The younger man said staring at his own hands as if it was the most fascinating view on earth.
“I know you’re feeling down, but I think that you will be happy… Just don’t make anything stupid, OK? You are still weak.” The healer smiled and left, letting the guest inside. Aiba at first couldn’t recognize the person in front of him, but after few seconds he was certain that his imagination didn’t went wild.
“S-sho-chan…” He whispered. This was the only word he could speak right now, when he was trying to make his heart stop beating that fast. The taller man stood up from the bed and walked towards his beloved man. He was imagining that scene so many times, but his dreams didn’t include the awful image of dead Sakurai covered in blood. Masaki reached out his hand and gently touched the silent man cheek, caressing it with his fingers. As soon as he reached the president’s son neck, Jun’s scream could be heard, filling the entire house. Aiba moved back few steps with fear written on his face. So it was true; he can’t even touch the man he loved from the bottom of his heart. His dream became reality in that point, so using the Magenthium Peroxidile will be dangerous for sure. Finally Sakurai spoke:
“Masaki, is something wrong…? I wanted to see you so much… I missed you…” The older man started to came closer, but with his every step Aiba moved back until he reached the wall.
“Stay away… It’ll be better if you leave…” The leader of the poor district didn’t see that pain written on anybody’s face. He wanted to say sorry and hug the other man, but he was sure that it will cause even more pain - to him, to Sho and to other people. It seemed that Sakurai wanted to say something, but the door was open and Ohno run quickly into the chamber.
“Sorry… I don’t want to disturb, but Mori burned his hand a bit. I am always saying him to be careful while making tea… OK, I’m gone… Nobody will disturb you anymore; we are going to the secret shed that Mori was talking about…” Satoshi winked and left before anyone could answer him.
So it was like that? It was simple coincidence? Does that mean that all frightful images were only a creation of his sick mind? Mix of longing, pain, medicaments and hope, nothing more? Single tear run down Aiba’s cheek as he slowly came closer and repeated his movements; running his fingertips on Sakurai’s face, touching his lips and finally, after making sure that nobody is screaming, he kissed Sho gently. It was more like rain of pecks on the president’s son’s face, but both of them enjoyed it to the fullest.
“What happened before, Masaki?” The older man asked, hugging his lover tightly, like if he was afraid that Aiba will disappear. The taller man explained everything, and laughed bitterly, because now the whole situation seemed to be very funny. Sakurai also told the situation from his perspective, making clearer the image inside Masaki’s head. The president’s son told about the promise he made to his father about not seeing Aiba ever again under the threat of killing the leader of the poor district. That story explained everything, but it was past and they needed to focus on the present.
“So you think that the machine will work?” This question left without any answer. Nobody knows that, everything will turn out after the device will be built. Silence filled the room and both of men were holding hands, playing with their fingers. Aiba giggled and put his head on Sakurai’s shoulder.
“Sho-chan… Were you thinking of me when we were apart?”
“All the time… Were you?”
“Yes… I love you…” Masaki looked at Sho and kissed him, this time properly; he licked the older man’s lips, bit them gently before he explored his lover’s mouth with his tongue. The kiss was delicate at first, but with passing time it became more and more passionate. Sakurai put Aiba on the bed and licked his chin, going lower and stopping near collarbones. Looking straight into Masaki’s eyes, he rubbed his semi-hard member against his beloved man’s crotch; the only thing that separated them was a piece of material. The taller man bit his lips and moaned quietly, feeling that his pants are getting tighter with every second. Their lips joined again, and soon Aiba was lying impatiently, naked waiting for Sho’s touch. Meanwhile the older man undressed himself and looking at his lover with hungry eyes he started to kiss his inner thighs, tracing them with his tongue. Sakurai licked only the tip of Masaki’s member on purpose, heading higher and reaching his lover’s lips. The leader of the poor district was on the edge of sanity; he wanted to feel the older man’s hands on his body, he wanted to be filled again so that’s why he moved his hips in circular motion rubbing his exposed manhood against Sho’s. Shortly after the older man followed the movements and suddenly stopped, moving away few inches.
“Not so fast…” He mumbled, wanting the act to last as long as possible. Probably thinking that if the things will go in that tempo it’ll over soon, so after a while Aiba felt warm lips around his member and flickering tongue, swirling around it. Masaki wove his fingers in Sakurai’s hair, pulling him closer and pumping slowly, hitting the back of his throat. Sho started to suck harder, while pushing two fingers inside the taller man’s tight hole. The president’s son knew that he will be rough tonight so he wanted to prepare his lover for it. Still taking care of hot swollen flesh in his mouth he started to scissor Aiba, making the man moan from pleasure mixed with slight pain.
“Sho-chan… I’m about… to… come” Masaki gasped between moans, and he explode inside Sakurai’s mouth who licked him dry. The taller man, breathing heavily looked at Sakurai from underneath his eyelashes and blushed hearing a shy question about the lube. Aiba was about to say that he doesn’t have any, but then his eyes caught a small bottle standing on the cupboard near the bed; probably Ohno’s present. The president’s son covered himself with cold liquid and turning his lover on his right side he gently rubbed Masaki’s entrance. Then in one fast push he entered making Aiba wail from pain. Whispering the apologies Sho didn’t slow down; in fact he started to thrust even faster, dreaming about this moment for far too long to stop now. Changing the angle a bit when Masaki relaxed Sho tried to find his beloved man’s sweet spot and probably he managed to do that, because soon the taller man’s hips started to move, adjusting to Sakurai’s rhythm. The president’s son’s hand landed on Aiba’s member, which seems to become hard again, and fast strokes followed the thrusts in the same pace. The taller man was repeating his lover’s name over and over again like some kind of mantra. Few thrusts later Sho arched his back in orgasm, still stroking Masaki’s manhood until he felt warm cum on his hand. Almost without a breath he fell on his back, trying to calm his heart and soon the leader of the poor district put his head on Sakurai’s chest.
“I missed you Sho-chan… So much… It hurt…” Aiba gasped, trying to hold his tears. It was impossible though, and few seconds later Masaki was shivering and crying in tight embrace of his beloved man.
“I missed you to… And I felt the same pain… But we are together now, so don’t cry. I won’t leave you ever again. Try to get some sleep.” Hearing that soothing voice the taller man fell asleep without any dreams.
***
Waking up never was so terrifying. Masaki was alone in the room, covered properly with blanket. His heart started to ache a bit, so he touched his chest trying to understand what happened. Did his imagination tried to make fool out of him again? Was this lovemaking only a dream?
“Sho-chan…?” He whispered, but there was no response. He wanted to repeat beloved name again, this time louder, but he was afraid that his friends will hear him and think that he lost his senses. When he was on the edge of confessing himself that he is sick the door to the bedroom was open and Sakurai went in with a tray in his hand.
“I thought that you may be hungry… I know I am… Masaki, are you OK?” Sho said in concern in his voice, looking at scared face of his lover.
“I thought that you left me…” The taller man sniffed few times.
“I told you that I won’t leave you, silly!” The president’s son smiled and kissed Aiba’s cheek. He took the plate from the tray and started to feed his beloved man with some bread and white cheese. This time Masaki’s heart started to ache from happiness; this little moment was the only thing he ever wanted: being next the person he loves, waking up beside him, laughing and crying with him. It was so simple, but yet still hard to achieve. Especially with the cursed wall, that was separating their worlds.
“Sho-chan… You think that we can destroy the wall?”
“I don’t know, but I hope so. I can’t believe that it will destroy the city though. Whatever happens, trust me, I will stay with you. We will escape, hide if necessary.”
“But will it be OK? You are not used to live without luxury…”
“Paradise is everywhere, as long as you are there.” Sakurai smiled and caressed Aiba’s cheek, placing softly kiss on his lips. After a while he went lower, heading to the birthmark on Masaki’s shoulder. “You know that this part of your body is extremely sexy?” He whispered and licked the skin. Masaki giggled and hugged his lover.
“Shouldn’t we go to the shed? I want to see the machine and help a bit.”
The president’s son sighed and moved few inches back.
“You’re right. Besides I should go back to the palace, even if I don’t want to…” Sho lowered his gaze. Aiba wanted to comfort him so he pressed his forehead to Sakurai’s whispering that everything will be OK. He wanted to believe that, but some small voice in back of his mind was still saying that he shouldn’t have high hopes. They still have to build that machine and make it work regarding all the risks.
Masaki stood up and started to get dressed. It was time to go; they have many things to do. Sho was slowly observing his beloved man’s back. As expected, there were still evidences of events from that night. Long, still reddish streaks marked the smooth skin, breaking its beauty.
“I’m sorry, Masaki…” Sakurai said, coming closer and kissing the cuts softly. “It’s my fault…”
“Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt anymore. Come on, let’s go…” Aiba smiled, took Sho’s hand and pulled him towards the place where his friends should be. He doesn’t want to let go of that hand ever again…