Staked
By SailorLight22
Chapter 5 - Who's Shy?!

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Well, looks like this is the end of the horror, hopefully some of you have survived thus far.. I guess I should mention again that this was my first fic for Gravitation, so I really don't expect it to be very good. (crosses finger) Maybe someone will enjoy it though! Thanks for reading!

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The rest of the party passed in relative peace, aside from Tatsuha scorching his false ass on a stray Jack O' Lantern while dancing with an overly-enthusiastic Ryuichi. Once the flames had been extinguished by an equally overeager Shuichi, Yuki had declared the party officially over, ushering the guests into their coats and out the door.

Hiro laughed helplessly, hearing the author start what promised to be a very thorough lecture on the proper use of a punchbowl in a crisis from behind the closed door. K shook his head, wondering if he should dare to mention that his place was much closer than the guitarist's apartment. Deciding to wait, he smiled at the departing guests, wishing them all a safe trip home before turning to look questioningly at the still amused redhead.

Hiro caught his look, raising an eyebrow. "So? Are we going to stand here looking at each other, or..?" He teased, his eyes belying his carefully concealed anxiety. The blonde smirked, stepping close to the other male to reply.

"I don't mind the scenery, but I can think of at least two other things I wouldn't mind seeing.." He murmured, hearing the boy's sharp breath at his tone. "Care to guess at what they might be?"

Hiro laughed breathlessly, shaking his head. "Knowing you, the first one is something dangerous, and the second is something crazy." He walked to the elevator, pressing the call button as he looked back at the tall blonde. "Coming?"

K resisted the urge to snort at his obvious choice of words, joining the boy by the doors. As soon as they parted, he stepped inside, pulling the surprised redhead forward by one hand. He reached around, hitting the ground floor button. The doors slid closed, and without preamble he backed the smaller male to the wall, capturing his lips possessively.

After a moment of shock, the guitarist responded eagerly, winding his fingers into the man's loose hair. Neither one noticed the doors opening, or the startled gasps from the elderly couple who hurriedly turned away with scandalized whispers as the doors reclosed.

When they reached the bottom level, K pulled back, taking the boy's hand and striding quickly to the exit. Once outside, he paused. "Is you bike locked up?" He asked, smiling when the other nodded. "Good. Let's go." He led the guitarist to his car, unlocking the door and motioning him inside. Opening his own, he quickly sat down, fastening his seatbelt.

"My place all right with you?" He asked, starting the engine. Hiro nodded slightly, shivering at the man's intense look.

"That's fine, it's closer, right?" The blonde smiled sheepishly in reply, pulling away from the curb as he answered.

"Yeah, it's pretty close. That was some party, huh? Poor Yuki's going to have a mess to clean up in the morning." Hiro snorted in agreement.

"Well, at least he looked like he was enjoying himself for a minute. I don't think I've ever seen him laugh like that before.." He glanced at the older man. "Did you have fun, K? I mean, besides.." He trailed off, coloring slightly at the memory of their..previous activities.

The rest of the drive was spent in tense silence, both passenger and driver sneaking looks at the other when they thought the other wouldn't notice. Hiro smiled when he managed to catch the older man's eye, chucking at their juvinile behavior.

Soon enough, K pulled into his driveway, turning to smile at the guitarist. "Well, this is it," He said, unfastening the seatbelt as he opened the door. "It isn't the greatest, but it's home..Coming?" He teased, repeating the boy's earlier jibe. Hiro nodded, climbing out and following him up the short walk.

K unlocked the door, tugging an unresisting Hiro inside. He was grateful that he'd left the kitchen light on, allowing him to see clearly enough to navigate the dim living room and hallway while simultaneously shedding his boots and cape. Hiro also kicked off his shoes, removing his wings and placing them carefully on the couch. He fidgeted nervously, waiting for the blonde to speak.

K smiled at his nervousness, stepping close. "Are you all right?" He asked, stroking a hand through the boy's long hair gently. "I don't want you to regret.." Hiro cut him off abruptly.

"I don't regret anything, K.. I just don't know what to do with you now that I have you." He laughed at himself, raising his hands to the blonde's chest. "I feel stupid, because I've been thinking about this for a while, and now that it's really happening.." He smoothed his hands over the silky material, toying absently with the laces as he spoke. "Don't worry about it though. I want this, that's all that matters now."

The older man nodded, relieved that he hadn't rushed the guitarist into something that he wasn't ready for. He joined their hands, pressing his lips to the other's as he slowly guided him into the hall. Connecting awkwardly with the closed bedroom door, he broke away with a groan, shaking his head. "If I don't end up dead, we may actually make it to the bed," He murmured, laughing quietly. Hiro raised an eyebrow, biting his lip in mock thoughtfulness.

"I don't know, you could end up having a stroke or something.." He teased, opening the door and backing inside to avoid the man's playful swat. "Oh, nice.. You mind?" He sat on the bed, bouncing experimentally as the blonde removed his vest.

"Not at all, I was actually thinking that you'd look pretty damn good in my bed." He moved closer, placing a knee on the mattress as he leaned into the boy's personal space. "There's only one thing wrong with this picture," He mused, looking over the guitarist's slightly flushed appearance. "When I imagined it, I don't think you were wearing quite so many clothes."

Hiro laughed, undoing the top three buttons of his shirt and pulling it carefully over his head. "That better?" He asked, smiling innocently. K shook his head, tracing the line of his collarbone with a finger.

"Not quite, but it's a start." He said, replacing the finger with his lips. "Mm, you smell good.." He mumbled against the boy's skin, nipping him gently. "Come here." He stood, pulling the other to his feet. "I want to see you, let me?" He dropped a hand to his waist, playing idly with the band of the guitarist's pants. Hiro swallowed heavily, nodding quickly.

"You too.. Take this off?" He tugged at the blonde's shirt, untucking it impatiently and slipping his hands inside to touch the man's skin. K gasped, shedding the garment quickly and flinging it aside.

His eyes wide, Hiro followed the outline of the blonde's stomach, taking in the defined muscles and smooth skin with reverent fingers. "Jesus," He muttered, shaking his head. "Now I feel scrawny.." K laughed, pulling him in for a kiss.

He broke away with a moan, feeling the boy's insistent hands struggle with the fastening of his pants. "Hey, easy... Are you in that big of a hurry?" He teased, running his hands over the blushing redhead's back soothingly. Hiro sighed quietly, leaning his head against the taller man's chest.

"I'm sorry," He whispered, pressing his lips to the side of the American's neck. "I don't mean to rush, but I can't wait...Please?" Stepping back, he unbuttoned his own pants, kicking them off.

Meeting the stunned man's eyes, he moved back to the bed. Sitting on the edge, he reached out a hand in invitation, sliding back as K approached with a nod. Forgetting his nervousness, he allowed the man's weight to press him back to the blankets, gasping at the sensation of warm skin against his own. He arched into the contact, crying out breathlessly when the man grasped his hip and rocked against him teasingly.

Neither one knew who's hands unfastened the fly of K's pants, but both were equally happy to see them gone. K rested his weight on one arm, digging through the drawer of his nightstand. Mumbling impatiently at the clutter, he finally located the small bottle of oil he sought, moving back to cover his lover's body as he unscrewed the top.

Hiro whimpered at the first careful press of fingers against his entrance, struggling to resist the urge to pull back from the slight sting that accompanied the blonde's slow movements. As the discomfort faded, he relaxed, panting quietly as K added a second finger. The feeling of being stretched was strange, but not immediately unpleasant, and when the man curled his fingers it was all the guitarist could do to keep from screaming at the rush of pleasure he felt. Whimpering softly, he pressed back into K's touch, pleading wordlessly for more.

Sensing his eagerness, the blonde withdrew his fingers slowly, liberally coating himself with the oil. Encouraging the boy to raise his shaking legs, he pressed forward until he felt the heat of the redhead's opening against him. Leaning in for a kiss, he tried to distract Hiro from the initial pain of penetration with soothing murmurs and light caresses. When he felt the tenseness begin to leave the guitarist's muscles, he pulled back until he could watch for any sign of continued discomfort.

Seeing none, he shifted his weight cautiously, moaning quietly at the tightness that enveloped him. Hiro gasped in reply, lifting his hips in an attempt to urge the shivering blonde to move.

K hissed softly, sliding forward until he felt a slight resistance. Panting, he pressed his lips hungrily to the boy's skin, nipping gently at one nipple before soothing the sting with his tongue. Hiro made a soft sound of pleasure, running sweat-slicked hands over the man's back as he resumed his movements.

Still cautious, the American resisted the urge to simply ravish the body beneath him, keeping his thrusts in check until Hiro cried out sharply. "Please! It's all right, I want..!" He gasped, fingers digging into his lover's shoulders as a particularly deep thrust sent a rush of almost painful pleasure along his spine. "God, K.."

He tightened his grip on the man's back, bucking helplessly as K increased his pace. The feeling of the guitarist's pliant body around him was maddening, and he cast off his restraint at the pleading sound of the other's cries, driving into him urgently. He could sense that Hiro was almost at his limit, and he knew that his own need was building quickly with every thrust into the boy's willing body. Lifting him by the hips, he adjusted his movements until Hiro moaned desperately, wrapping shaking legs around his older lover's waist as he shamelessly begged for release.

"Please don't stop...You feel so good, please..!" He whispered, meeting the blonde's movements eagerly. "I'm almost..." He broke off, gasping for breath as K reached down to enclose his achingly hard arousal, stroking him firmly in cadence with his thrusts.

"I know, I can feel it.. Come for me, Hiro?" He urged, growling quietly when the redhead arched into his touch with abandon. Feeling the boy's steadily increasing shivers, he intensified his movements until Hiro cried out, his lover's name echoing loudly in the dark room as his limbs tightened around him convulsively. The sound of his impassioned voice drove the blonde into his own climax, his body wracked with jolts of indescribable pleasure.

Collapsing heavily, he listened to the boy's still pounding heart as he struggled to catch his breath. Moaning faintly, he pulled away from the guitarist's shivering body and moved to lie beside him. Hiro turned to face him, sliding close enough to drape an arm around the older man's waist with a sigh of contentment.

"I meant what I said, you know," He mumbled sleepily. "I really do love you."

The blonde smiled, reaching for the box of tissues on the nightstand. Taking several, he ignored the boy's quiet snicker at their suspicious presence, wiping away the evidence of their passion before silencing his laughter with a slow kiss. "I believe you," He said, returning the other's embrace with a grin. "And I meant what I said too. If you aren't ready for that, it's fine for now, but I still want to have that kind of relationship with you, Hiro."

Hiro hummed agreeably, nestling closer into his lover's arms. "I want it too," He said, resting his face against the man's neck. "Can I sleep here?" He asked, pressing a lazy kiss against the point of K's pulse. K nodded slightly, lifting himself just enough to work the blanket down as he urged the other to do the same on his side.

"Like I'd really let you leave? Dream on, pal." He yawned quietly, pulling the blankets up to cover them. "I think it would be nice to wake up beside you, so I'm afraid you're just going to have to get used to it." Hiro snorted quietly, poking the man's ribs.

"Wonderful. Now, shut up so we can see how 'nice' it is. Goodnight, you psycho.." He smirked, hearing the blonde huff with fake offense.

"Yeah, sure thing. 'Night, angel-baby." He snickered, proud that he only flinched a little at the guitarist's indignant bite to his shoulder. He closed his eyes, hearing the boy's breathing deepen with the first traces of sleep, and allowed himself to be drawn into what promised to be a singularly blissful rest...

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Well, that's it folks, I shall now hide in the corner in readiness to dodge the impending onslaught of sharp and heavy things! Thanks for reading, see you when the bones mend!