Hard Lesson

"Again!" shouted Kuroh as he took back his stance holding his wooden katana, ready to strike again. Shiro was on the floor panting. He had asked Kuroh to train with him. He needed to get his former body back in shape. Not that he needed it thought Kuroh, but he wasn't going to give up the chance to be around and alone with Shiro. Although, he was back in his other body he had decided to keep the name "Shiro". It was something that had stuck with him for so long and it was the name that he had used to introduce himself to Kuroh. It had taken some time for Kuroh to get used to Shiro's new body, now he was a bit taller than him and his eyes were a beautiful pale blue colour, his hair was now silver and a bit longer not that snow white colour, but he had to admit he did look good. He wasn't a kid anymore but neither was Kuroh.

"Can't we have a break?" enquired Shiro taking small quick breaths, his chest moving up and down. He was always this carefree.

"We already had two, now get up and start again. You were the one that asked me to train with you in the first place, remember?"

"Ok ok, we shall continue than." Panted Shiro while moving his hand in a dismissive way. As he got up he took his wooden katana and faced his opponent. Kuroh's lips formed a small curve as he was about to attack. He leaped forward with a graceful move. His long, slender but strong arms wielding the katana with precision only a few could master. Shiro managed to counter attack the first few hits but in the end Kuroh's katana managed to find its way under Shiro's chin.

"Dead" declared Kuroh with a grin on his face and eyes shining from victory.

Shiro pressed his chin on the tip of the weapon and smiled.

"The King is down, you win."

"I… I'm sorry I didn't mean to…" Kuroh was at a loss for words, he sometimes forgot who he was addressing.

"Hahahaha don't freak out Kuroh! I told you I'm not a king anymore, you don't have to act like that around me."

"To me, you'll always be my king." Kuroh was blushing, he didn't mean for that to be heard out loud. Even though they were a thing now, he still had trouble addressing him and felt his place was to protect his king, not to be by his side as an equal, even though Shiro had told him hundreds of times that now they were one and the same, it still didn't feel right.

Next thing he knew, Shiro had covered the distance between them and wrapped his arms arounds him. Kuroh's heart skipped a bit. Shiro leaned in for a tender kiss. His lips brushing lightly against his. Kuroh felt like this was the first time they had kissed, he knew it was stupid of him but every time felt like the first.

Kuroh broke the kiss when he realized what was happening.

"You are trying to buy time again so you don't practice!"

"Ah you got me! He he he" laughed Shiro with that carefree smile of his.

Damn it! Couldn't this idiot be a bit more serious? He was the one that wanted to do this in the first place! Kuroh looked annoyed. Although deep inside he loved this type of moments and that annoyed him even more!

As if reading his mind, Shiro backed away and took his position again, katana in hand. Kuroh's body protested against this, Shiro was warm and extruded a feeling of protection.

"I'm ready." Shiro's voice pulled him away from his thoughts. Without any warning Kuroh attacked. A loud noise resonated in the room from the clash of the two katanas. Both of them were staring in each other's blue eyes trying to read the next move. They moved in perfect sync. The fight took longer than expected. In the end it was a tie as both of their swords were caressing each other's throats.

"I think we are done for the day." exhaled Kuroh. Time was up and he knew that he would have to part ways with Shiro until their next lesson. He hated this part, he loved being with the silver haired idiot and having him all to himself. It was the only time they could be alone together. Now that Shiro was a professor at the school he hardly had any time to meet up with Kuroh. A sigh slipped from him, hopping he hadn't heard anything, weakness and desire were not things he wanted to show. His hand was on the door handle ready to exit the room when two arms found their way around his waist. Shiro put his face in Kuroh's long dark hair and breathed in his scent.

"Mmmm we still have some time for some more exercise…"

Kuroh caught his breath, he wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what Shiro meant.

"We probably should go, someone might come."

"No one comes here at this time of the day. Stay." He whispered in Kuroh's ear, tightening his grip around him and sending shivers throughout Kuroh's entire body, making his heart beat faster by the minute. This side of Shiro excited Kuroh, his demanding yet kind voice of a King. It was a side he only showed to Kuroh and he loved that, it was something only he could see. Kuroh turned reluctantly to face his King, every cell in his body was screaming for his touch but they could not stay there, someone could walk in on them, plus it was against the rules and one thing Kuroh hated the most was not obeying the rules. Before he could form a sentence to object, Shiro had leaned in for a kiss. His whole body combusted with desire. Shiro's tongued searched for an opening, demanding one and Kuroh obeyed, their tongues engaging in a different kind of battle. The kiss turned into a making out session with Kuroh placing his hand at the nape of Shiro's neck. Shiro broke the kiss unwillingly, his inside was burning and he felt his blood rushing down to the lower part of his body. Only Kuroh could have such an effect one him.

All these years that he had been alive, no one made him feel the way this dark haired man did.

In one swift move he tackled Kuroh to the floor making him fall on the mattress.

"Ow! That hurt you sneaky bastard!"

"Oh language young man." Said Shiro with a smirk on his face. Kuroh averted his gaze, embarrassed. The next moment Shiro was on top of him placing kisses and licking his exposed neck. His hot breath against his skin made him feel dizzy and made his pants feel tighter... Shiro's hands were undoing his shirt, placing his fingertips on his soft skin. Shiro took off his shirt revealing his pale skin making Kuroh gasp. This man was beautiful. Shiro started to descend but Kuroh stopped him.

"Hhhmm? You don't want me to?"

"I-It's not that… A King shouldn't be doing things like th-that…I will do it…"

Kuroh flipped Shiro over and now was sitting on top of him. He could feel Shiro's hard-on grind against his ass. This made his cock twitch. The dark haired man slowly took off Shiro's pants which made his swollen dick pop out. This was something else that had changed with Shio's new body. He was big.

"Kuroh you don't have to-"

Kuroh didn't wait for him to finish, his mouth was already over his boyfriends cock, taking him in. He bobbed his head back and forth while sucking him. A small moan escaped Shiro. He licked his whole length before deep throating him. Shiro couldn't hold a loud moan back. "Ku-roh, mmmm". He grabbed his boyfriend by his hair and lifted his head, there was precum on the side of his mouth. Shiro pulled him towards him and gave him a passionate kiss while pulling his long hair loose. It dropped on his side and caressed the King's shoulders. How he loved him.

Shiro's hands traced Kuroh's body all the way down to his ass, tagging at his pants implying that he takes them off now. Once Kuroh did, Shiro placed his hands on the other's waist and pulled him down forcefully. Their hard-ons touched and as he started grinding to create more frictions, Kuroh let out a loud moan.

"Well today's training was tough… and tiring so… I guess you will have to do all the work today" Shiro looked at Kuroh with a sly grin on his face. Kuroh's cheeks were red but as much as he hated to admit this demanding side of Shiro was hot. He slightly raised himself up and took Shiro's cock in his hand and placing it in his entrance, as he slowly went down on him he grunted. It hurt a bit but the pleasure was outweighing the pain. Once he had taken him all, Kuroh started moving back and forth. His boyfriends cock filled him and every time Shiro hit that sweet spot he gave out a cry of pleasure. Shiro placed a hand on Kuroh's waist and the other behind his head to support it. He wanted to enjoy the view, to see the expression of pleasure on the other's face. Shiro picked up the pace and started thrusting faster and deeper. He had lost himself, it felt too good. "Shiirooo" Kuroh was chanting his name. He knew he wouldn't last much longer. Kuroh couldn't think straight anymore, he was lost. His cock was dripping precum on the Silver haired man's abdomen.

"Kuroh… I won't last much longer" gasped Shiro. As he thrusted hard, he released inside of him. Kuroh could feel the warm liquid spread inside of him and he sifted in his spot. They were both panting and Kuroh's hair was in his face, all dangled. Sexy thought Shiro as he slid out. Without a warning he pushed Kuroh back and took his dick in his hand. Kuroh was out of breath to talk. Either way Shiro wasn't going to listen to him. His tongue ran down Kuroh's swelling cock. He placed his hands around his thighs and began to suck on him. Kuroh's head was spinning. How could something feel so good?

"Shi-ro… can't ta-take m-much longer…."

It didn't take a long time for him to cum in his boyfriend's mouth and Shiro didn't leave a drop go to waste. With that Kuroh placed his hand on that beautiful silver hair and kissed him. Shiro smiled at him.

"I think working with… wood in this round was more enjoyable, don't you think?" said Shiro with a silly smile.

Kuroh just rolled his eyes and didn't say anything which made Shiro laugh. His laughter echoed in the room and filled Kuroh with happiness, he would do anything for this man, that's how much he loved him.

By the time they left the small gym, night had fallen. On their way to the dorms they talked about everything and nothing. Even though they had to part ways for the night they both took comfort in the fact that they would see each other during the week. Kuroh felt calm because his King was back and he was here to stay.