Title: In the next room
Rating: Borderline NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Yonekuni & Shirou
Series: Sex Pistols
Part of: Trapped by Dogs; Drabble
Notes: Shirou’s back for more training, but he’s more focused on restraining himself at night, especially when he hears  things through the wall.  Title of the fic is courtesy of Neon Trees, which their song “In the next room” inspired this little drabble (which really doesn’t make sense).  Really, this is just an excuse for smut (really bad smut) XD

It had been nearly a week since he arrived with Yonekuni and having been assigned the bedroom next to the blond heavyweight, he grinned and bared it every night.  Hearing the sounds coming from the thin walls next to him.  Every movement, gasp and mumble.  He swallowed and resisted it a long as he could, finally giving it late at night while the one he loved stayed in the room next to his.  Pushing his pants down just enough to slip his hands inside as he imagined what Yonekuni was doing when he heard movement, the sound of a light thud.  A groan, both breathless and ragged.

Eyes closing, he imaged Yonekuni’s hand sliding down his chest, stopping to thumb his nipples to attention before moving onward.  Would the blond bypass his straining cock to tease him to further excitement?  Or would his fingers curl around him, stroke quick and hard?  His body shudder as his hands instinctively when he imagined.  Freeing one hand, licking his fingers before sliding them past his full hand and imagined the fingers he pushed against his hole were Yonekuni’s.  Biting his lip as his fingers pushed inside, the whimper of the blond’s name escaping his lips, never knowing he caught the attention of the one he was fantasizing about.

His back to the wall, eyes widening when he heard the faint sound of his name.  He could only imagine Shirou touching himself, a private fantasy he kept to himself, of wanting to watch the wolf give him a show, to let him see where he was touching.  He wanted to see Shirou get off on him watching, wanted to see the wolf crawl over to him and pull at his pants.  To free his cock from the confines of the clothing he wore and take him into the heat he called a mouth.  His hands automatically moved on their own, slipping down and free himself from the confines of his clothing.

Closing his eyes, he pictured what he wanted as his hand closed around himself, stroking slowly.  He didn’t hear the door open, didn’t see Shirou stop in his steps at the doorway.  Only when he breathed in deeply, the hint and finally being hit full force of Shirou’s scent hit him, his heat jerked up, watching as Shirou moved from the doorway and towards him.

Swallowing, his hands being swatted away as the heavyweight knelt on his bed.  A look down, seeing the pants the male wore, unbuttoned and open, giving him an eyeful of what laid inside.  When he felt lips on his, he parted them and held back the sound of approval.  His hand reaching inside, finding and curling around the slick member while his tongue darted out, slipping inside while Shirou’s grip tightened on him.

“Did you hear me?”  His wolf asked as he pulled back, licking his lips as he looked down into before moving close, his lips to Yonekuni’s ear.  ”I thought of you touching me, just like this,” groaning when he felt the blond’s hand move.  Thumb swiping at the crown, removing the beading pre-cum while his hips moved on their own, forcing his flesh deeper into Yonekuni’s grip.  ”I could hear you move, I wanted more than just my touch.”  He gasped as Yonekuni’s free hand pushed deeper into his pants.  Cupping and rolling before fingertips found and rubbed against Shirou’s hole.

Legs spread as much as they could before Yonekuni pulled his hands away and pushed Shirou off his lap.  With an order to strip, he watched as Shirou stood back, hooking his thumbs and pushed his pants slowly down.  Licking his lips in anticipation, he let his eyes feast on the skin Shirou revealed before he told the wolf to leave the shirt he had on.  Watching as the unbuttoned shirt fluttered when Shirou knelt back down on the bed and in between his legs.

It was as if Shirou knew of his fantasies, when he dragged his tongue over the head, watching as his lover cleared the head of his cock of dribbling pre-cum.  He found his hand lifting and cupping the back of Shirou’s head, watching as his lover’s lips sucked him in.  Fingers sliding away and down, tracing spit slick lips that wrapped around his flesh.  Heat from the wolf’s mouth, the faint scraping of teeth against his sensitive skin and the muffled sounds from Shirou’s full mouth.

Movement caught his attention, seeing a hand slip under and Yonekuni could only imagine where Shirou was touching himself.  He held himself back from Shirou’s mouth like he wanted to and instead, settled for watching the wolf bob his head.  Vibrations of his moaning felt too good as his fingers left Shirou’s lips and returned to the back of the male’s head, fingers tangling in soft, dark hair.  Urging his boyfriend to suck him harder.  Deeper.

Feeling himself coming close to the edge, pulling the wolf off and up onto his lap.  His hands slipped behind the canine, finding and rubbing the pad of his thumb against the small hole.  It never failed to amaze him that his lover could handle him.  His size and girth.  Though he would admit that he loved the sounds Shirou made when he slowly pushed inside.  The gasp, low throated moan when he pushed deeper and the sound of satisfaction that always left Shirou’s lips  when he came to a stop inside.  The way Shirou would cry out when he rode him, holding him by the hips and force him down.

Slipping his finger inside, the panting of want in his ear as the wolf leaned his weight on him.  ”Yonekuni,” a whimper of his name.  Swallowing hard, he nuzzled and kissed the arched neck as his fingers pressed deeper before pulling his fingers free, sinking himself inside.

The sounds the one above him made raced down his back as his lover started to ride him.  Soon, his voice and the sounds of their bodies joining together joined Shirou’s sweet voice.

In the room next to Yonekuni’s, Kunimasa rolled over and put his back to the wall while folding the pillow over his head in a vain attempt to block the sounds his brother and Fujiwara made.  He couldn’t go over and tell them to  knock it off and be quiet, not when he would end up waking the sleeping lightweight at his side.  He just prayed that Norio would sleep through the sounds the two heavyweights were making.

It wouldn’t be until the following morning when they met Kunimasa in the hallway, the words from the grumpy nekomata.  Both watched him stalk down the hallway before Yonekuni turned to Shirou and told him that his brother was “Just jealousy.”  He hid the grin when he saw the flush Shirou made when he finally figured out why Kunimasa was so upset and why Yonekuni told him the younger brother was jealous.

Following Yonekuni down the hall to greet a new day, Shirou thought that next time, it would be in his room.

Title: Somewhere on the other side of nowhere 2
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Yonekuni & Shirou
Series: Sex Pistols
Part of: Alt Universe; Drabble
Notes: Continuation of Somewhere on the other side of nowhere. Yonekuni must deal with the fact that he pushed Shirou past his limit. Determined to get his missing lover back, Yonekuni never thought his business trip would lead him to the one he’s been looking for.  Kinda sappy, regretful Yonekuni is ooc.  Sorry, reads like a bad porn flick XD

For the past several days he had been trying to make some time to get over there.  No, that wasn’t right.  He was trying to hold himself back from going over, from spending more time with Shirou than he allowed himself. He had to limit how much time he spent time with the male, lest he found himself being swept away into a fantasy. A glance at the clock before trying again to call Shirou’s cellphone and once again, getting a message that said that the number was no longer in service. He couldn’t ignore the voice in the back of his head any longer and left with a mumble to his supervisor that he wasn’t feeling well. Taking off, he knew something had been wrong.

That something was bothering him, something that Shirou wouldn’t confide in him.  Not that he asked, though he wished Shirou would tell him.  To talk to him like he used to back in school.  Taking a seat on the train, his foot tapped in impatience as he looked out the window.  He knew Shirou wasn’t happy about the arrangement he made right after school ended.  Knew that the wolf wanted him to himself.  But he could never admit to himself that Shirou turned him on like there was no tomorrow.  Couldn’t admit the fact that a male turned him on.  Couldn’t admit the happiness he felt in Shirou’s felt so perfect and when he tried to replicate the happiness he got in Shirou’s arms with others, frustration made him lash out at the male.  Using the heavyweight for his pleasure, covering the male in his scent to deter anyone from getting close while he slept on with girls he knew.

When he’d watch Shirou unbutton his shirt for him, parting the fabric, he knew that his lover saw it.  Saw dark eyes sweep across his chest and heard the nearly silent sigh.  He waited for Shirou to say something, to be out raged and demand to know what happened.  But the only response he get was a sad smile that seemed forced and fake.  As if he was holding his feelings back, as if he couldn’t trust him any more.  Getting off when the train stopped, he quickly made his way to the wolf’s apartment.  Nearing the small complex, the feeling of dread came over him as he heard the gossip of those who stood outside.  Pausing around the corner, he listened to them talk.  He froze,  trying to comprehend what they were talking about.

Racing up the stairs, third door from the end.  Knocking then pounding on the door, calling Shirou’s name.  Trying the doorknob and finding it locked, he continued to pound on the door, ignoring those who came out from neighboring apartments.  Finally resting his forehead on the door and whispered Shirou’s name followed by words he never had the courage to say.  He couldn’t get the landlord to reveal Shirou’s address, he didn’t know where he worked at and didn’t know who his friends were.  It never fully occurred to him that he hardly knew about his lover, despite the fact they were so close in school.

Closing his eyes, he could remember how it all started.  Could remember the very moment.  Hearing the doorbell ring from his bedroom, hearing Kunimasa answering and talking to him as he escorted the girl he had just been with.  He wouldn’t admit the feeling he got when he saw the heart break in Shirou’s gray eyes, nor the panic he felt when Shirou turned away and leave.  He wanted to chase after him, wanted to tell him it was just a mistake and nothing else.  But the hold the girl had on him wouldn’t let go, he couldn’t shake her lose.

When he saw him the following day, his phone calls being ignored, he grit his teeth when he saw the fake smile.  The obvious way Shirou dodged his attempts to talk until the last day of school for that week.  Grabbing Shirou by his wrist, his grip tightening to the point of nearly crushing when he heard the protesting from his boyfriend and hauled him into an empty classroom.  Cornering Shirou and instead of telling him that thing with the girl was a mistake, he forced the wolf to hear what he wanted to say.  Telling him that if Shirou wanted to be with him, he had to put up with the fact that he still wanted to fuck girls.  That if he really loved him, he would agree with the arrangement.

Watching Shirou’s face pale at his demand, could see the disappointment and pain fill his eyes.  Repeating his speech, that if Shirou really loved him and wanted to be by his side, he needed to agree.  And as soon as Shirou agreed, a slight nod of his head in hesitation, he smirked and brushed his lips against shocked lips before leaving, a wave over his shoulder.

During the train ride home, it finally occurred to him that Shirou hadn’t shown him his soul in so long.  Not since the days of training that he went through.  He had thought that during sex, Shirou would let it slip and give him a peek he so desperately wanted but he never did.  He couldn’t remember the last time he actually talked to Shirou.  Dropping his head in his hands, he bit off a curse, ignoring the rude stare an elderly woman gave him.

He found himself getting off the train and walking home, a phone call from his brother inviting him and his partner out.  He knew Kunimasa didn’t approve of the arrangement, didn’t like the fact that his treatment of Fujiwara looked bad on the Madarame name.  Quietly getting ready, he thought back to when he was outranged and angry when he saw Shirou talking to the middle friend of his.  Angry with the fact that Shirou hadn’t shaken off the offending male’s hand.  He didn’t like the fact that the male was getting close to others, afraid that someone would steal him away.

Meeting Kunimasa and Noririn at the restaurant, he watched as the two seemed happy in their relationship.  He couldn’t help feeling envious of their relationship.  After much heart ache, the two had become closer.  Keeping his eyes away from the happy couple, he wondered if things would have been different if he hadn’t screwed this all over.  Why couldn’t he have come to terms with his feelings?  Why did he wait until it was too late?  His grip on his utensil tightened as he lost himself in his thoughts until his drink was placed in front of him.

Parting from his brother and Noririn, he headed to his now empty apartment, having kicked out the last girl he was seeing when she made a fuss about him seeing Shirou.  The silence of the apartment ate at him as he reached and grabbed the nearest bottle of liquor he had.  One glass after an another, trying to drown his problems and sorrows in amber colored liquid.

Bottle now empty, anger and rage at himself took over, throwing the bottle against the wall and watched the glass shatter upon impact with little interest.  Dropping his head into his hands, he whispered his lover’s name before laying down on the couch and fell asleep.  Dreams evaded him, leaving his mind to replay how he treated Shirou and what the future would hold for Shirou, without him standing next to the heavyweight.

The sound of ringing pulled him from his restless sleep early the following morning.  Head pounding, he buried his head in the pillows of the couch, wondering how he was going to pull his shit together.  He needed to swallow his pride and look for Shirou, needed to get up and do whatever he could to find his missing lover.  As he started to get up, the throbbing headache reminded him of his hangover before he slowly laid back down, willing to wait until the effects of his drinking binge passed.

The setting sun bathed the living room in a soft orange glow as Yonekuni thanked the person on the phone before hanging up.  Sighing to himself, pushing away before tossing his phone away.  After spending several hours on the phone, calling people he knew and still wasn’t any closer to finding out where Shirou was.  If he only listened to the male when he talked, he would know where to start searching.  Laying back and closing his eyes he thought about all the times he treated Shirou so bad.  Behind his eyes he pictured his lover hurt when he saw the marks.  His expression when he left.  Wishing he could do it all over again, go back and tell his younger self to stay and be faithful to Shirou.  To not to cheat and swallow his pride, to admit the truth of his feelings.

Weeks and months past him by, leaving him no where closer to finding his missing lover.  His mood and attitude rapidly declined , leaving him unsociable and irritable, forcing him to be sent out on business.

Getting off the train, pulling his multiple layers of jackets closer as he eyed the cold sky before trudging towards the hotel his company reserved for him.  Nearing the hotel, a tantalizing scent hit him.  A familiar scent that he would know anywhere, a scent he hadn’t had the chance to smell since he last lain with Shirou.  His head jerked up, blue eyes scanning the crowd of people, trying to catch another hint of the scent.  His sensors running rampant, trying to locate the one who had set it off.  Nothing.  It was as if he imagined it all.

Cursing to himself, he continued on his way.  He never really had to look for him like this, never had to use his instincts to look for his mate.  Ha laughed under his breath.  It wasn’t until after Shirou left did he consider the wolf his mate, he fingered the box he had been carrying with him the nearly six months since his life became empty.  The small box which he kept inside his jacket, the inside pocket.  The same box he was going to present Shirou with before he took off.

Checking in, dropping off his bags before leaving and heading to work.  Ducking into the spacious reception area, greeting the secretary with a charming smile, he waited to be escorted up.  By the end of the day, leaving the building and heading back to the hotel he was staying, his senses picked up.  There it was again, his heart hammered as he looked around.  So close he could almost taste it, last longer than earlier that day before disappearing once again.  He should have been used to it by now, be used to this karma that had been coming back to haunt him.  Letting himself into his hotel room, pulling off his coat and toeing off his shoes, he tossed his coat on the back of a chair.  Setting the temperature up, he groaned as his body geared up, wanting to be touched and to touch in return.  Laying back on the bed, he closed his eyes and remembered the last time he laid with his lover.

Pushing Shirou’s chest to the bed as rested his chest against the male’s back.  Slipping his hands down and curling possessively around Shirou’s cock as it jerked from his thrusts.  The sound of his name as he felt the flesh in his hand throb, the feel of Shirou’s body clenching around him.  Eyes slowly opening, pulling his hand out and seeing his cum staining his fingers.  Heart heavy, he got up and washed off.

Waking up on the last day of his trip, the teasing scent haunting him every day, driving him mad and leaving him unable to sleep.  He found himself being dragged to a drinking party by the women of the office.  Each one wanting to get close, touching him and asking about his private life then turning to each other, exclaiming that they’d transfer just to be close to him.  Bringing his drink to his lips, his arm paused in mid air as his senses started to pick up what he had been feeling all week long.

Getting up, shaking off the girl’s as he followed his senses to the back of the restaurant and bar, his eyes narrowing on one specific person.  He knew the back of that head, seen it so many times in bed and in his dreams.  His heart told him the truth while his instincts confirmed it.  Reaching out, grasping onto the shoulder and instantly felt the heat he missed.

“Fujiwara,” his missing lover’s name left his lips.  He could feel the body stiffening under his grasp as his hand released Shirou’s shoulder and instead, latched onto the bare wrist and pulled, hauling the male up and onto his feet.  He didn’t care that he had the attention of everyone in the restaurant, he didn’t care what they where say about him and his actions.  All that mattered to him was that he found his lover, wasn’t going to let Shirou go.  Not now, not ever.

His body excited, he looked back and saw the shocked expression.  The flush on Shirou’s cheeks and the dark eyes that held surprise as they widened.  Hearing his name leaving parted lips, seeing a tongue peeking out to lick at said lips.  When he felt Shirou attempted to pull free, trying to tug his wrist hand hand away, he tightened his grip.  Hearing the sound of pain, ignoring the fleeting emotion of guilt before he passed the table he abandoned.  Ignoring the girls that cried out, giving them a glare and watched as they paled at his look.  Grabbing his jacket and Shirou’s he dragged  the protesting male out onto the street and to the hotel he was staying at.

“Could you at least let go, you’re hurting hem.”  Turning to look at him before releasing Shirou, watching as the male rubbed his sore wrist before sighing.  ”Madarame, err” the confused and shocked look Shirou wore changed to one of embarrassment and interest.  ”How did you find me?”  He could hear the faint hope and hesitation in Shirou’s voice.  He didn’t want to answer, didn’t want Shirou to know he was out drinking with female coworkers.  That would make Shirou feel the pain all over again and that was the last thing he wanted to do.  ”Why, why did you leave?”  He asked back instead, escorting Shirou to the elevator and to his room.  The silence that followed his question seemed to be his answer before reaching his room.  Inserting the card key, he heard Shirou speak, though not answering his question.

“You actually have to ask,” Shirou whispered under his breath.  ”I had hoped that you would have realized that on your own.  Do you know who much it hurt to know that you were sleeping with other people?  To know that I wasn’t anything special to you, it hurt so much.”  Saw Shirou look at him before looking away as he slipped on the “Do not disturb” sign, he closed and locked the door.  He knew Shirou was right at what he said, but it didn’t matter right now.  Didn’t matter at all.

“You’re wrong!”  He nearly shouted, grabbing Shirou’s chin and turning his head.  ”I’m not good with expressing my feelings or even speaking about them but,” he dropped his head a little before looking into dark eyes.  ”You don’t know how upset I was at myself for treating you like that.  How much I regretted treating you like a toy.  But I was and still am determined to get you back.”  Silence once again, waiting for shirou to say something about his determination, but when all Shirou did was step back away from him and take a seat on the plush chair.  Licking his lips in nervousness, he took a seat on the bed, watching as Shirou pulled off his glasses and folded the legs.

“Do you know how hard it was to leave you?  It hurt so much, but I knew it had to be done.  You wouldn’t change, you wouldn’t become just mine only.  So, let me ask this one question to you.  What do you want me to do?”  He could see the pain that his lover had kept hidden from him, pain that had been building for years.  Knew that dragging Shirou here would open wounds that his lover was trying let heal, but he couldn’t let this rest.  Couldn’t pass up this last chance to be with Shirou.

“What I want you to do is believe in me again.  Believe it us,” sliding off the bed and knelt on the floor at Shirou’s feet, resting his head on his lover’s knees.  ”I want another chance,” Yonekuni whispered, feeling fingers gently brush away his hair to touch his forehead.

“Yonekuni,” a soft whisper.  ”I’ve loved you so much and always will.  But how can I believe what you’re saying?”  Feeling the hand slide from the back of his head to his cheeks, lifting his head up.  ”How can I trust what you’re saying?  How do I know you won’t sleep around again?”  He watched gray eyes look into his, seeing the slight shimmer of tears as Shirou blinked them away.  Swallowing heavily, suddenly nervous as his heart pounded.  ”Then let me show you.  Let me prove to you that I’m serious,” he murmured as Shirou’s thumb rubbed his bottom lip.

His tongue peeked out to lick and suck the thumb inside his mouth.  He watched Shirou’s reaction, wanting to see more as he slid his tongue along Shirou’s thumb.  Pulling his lover’s hand away, kissing the palm of Shirou’s hand before getting up and onto his feet.  Pulling and guiding Shirou to the bed, gently lowering the male to lay back.  Swallowing past the lump in his throat as the heavyweight stared up at him, waiting for him to make a move.  The feeling that over came him made him feel like a virgin all over again, trying to hide the nervousness at the creature before him, he knelt down on the bed.  Hands reaching and pulling Shirou’s shirt from his pants and slowly unbuttoned each button, parting the fabric to reveal pale and smooth skin.

Sliding his hand along the exposed stomach, the feel of heat rolling off of Shirou, pulling him in, promising more of the heat he wanted.  Slowly dropping kisses, rubbing his nose against the soft hair that lead down past the waist band of the pants Shirou wore.  Hand cupping and rubbing against the growing bulge while his lips moved up, pausing to nip and lick at the rapidly hardening buds.  Abandoning one in favor of the other, looking up when he heard a muffled cry, Shirou’s hands covering his mouth in attempts to stop any and all sounds that wanted to escape.  Pulling Shirou’s hands away, licking at soft lips.  ”Don’t cover any sounds you make,” he whispered.  ”I want to hear everything.  I want to make every sound and move you make,” softly sucking on Shirou’s bottom lip.

“I want to see you in my dreams and when I wake up,” his hand slid down Shirou’s chest and around the male’s body, pulling him closer.  ”I want you to be near.  To ease the raging inside me,” he confessed.  His heart pounded, arms coming up to wrap around him, the whisper in his ear.

“Yonekuni, if I agree and come back to you, what’s to stop you from sleeping around again?  If that happened, I would break completely.”  He could feel Shirou’s tears.  Lifting his head, licking away the falling tears.  ”It won’t happen again,” he said, getting off Shirou and reached for his jacket.  Hands fumbled, looking for the inside pocket and pulling out the little box.  He couldn’t believe he actually had the chance to give Shirou the item he held in his hand.  ”I bought this so long ago and have been carrying with me since before you left.”  He sat down on the bed and handed the box to his lover.

He looked away as he lost himself in the memory of buying the ring.  He had left work late, muttering under his breath about his boss when he passed by a jewelry store.  He didn’t know what drew him in as he looked at the rings they had displayed under the clear and clean class.  Looking over each one carefully, his eyes saw the last one in the far corner.  Requesting to see it and when the employee pulled it out, allowing him to look at it closely, he knew it was the right one.  For who, he knew but didn’t want to admit it.  It was only when Shirou handed him the reciept he dropped later that week did he finally admit it to himself.  He saw the question in Shirou’s dark eyes, but didn’t answer nor did he ask Shirou the one question he knew the male wanted to ask.

Turning to Shirou, watching as he opened the small, fancy velvet box and saw his eyes widened.  ”Do you remember the receipt you handed back to me?”  He asked quietly, almost to himself and saw the heavyweight nod.  ”You thought I bought that for a girl, didn’t you?”  He watched and waited for an answer.  And one came, hearing the slight tremble in Shirou’s voice.

“Yes.  You, you had this look on your face.  A guilty look, as if you were caught red handed.  I wanted to ask but I knew if I did, you would put an end to everything.  At least, that’s what I thought.”  Watching as Shirou turned away, not looking at him nor speaking.  Until, Shirou finally turned and faced him.  ”Why did you come up with your idea?”

He knew that Shirou wanted to know, that he wanted to know why he would put him through so much pain.  ”I don’t know why.  I couldn’t get over the fact that you were on my mind all the time.”  he looked at Shirou and took his hand in his.  He wasn’t a girl and didn’t care or like all the romantic stuff that went into a relationship, but he needed to prove to the heavyweight that he was serious.  That he wanted to make things work, didn’t want to let him go.  Didn’t want to give him a chance to find someone else that could make him happy.

Frowning, he pulled Shirou from his spot and onto his lap, rubbing his nose along the bare neck.  Hands pushing against his shoulder, he could hear Shirou speak but he didn’t want to talk.  All he wanted to do was reclaim his lover, to be with the one who made him whole.  Kissing the underside of Shirou’s neck, licking and sucking the one spot that he was addicted to.  Teeth grazing soft skin, hands sliding down to quickly work his belt loose and groaned with relief when his hand slipped inside his pants.  ”You don’t know how much I missed you,” he groaned out, pushing his face deeper against Shirou’s neck.  His hand jerked his flesh in rough movements, lips found their way up Shirou’s jaw line, taking his lips in a rough kiss.

Pulling back and breathing hard, whispering words he never thought he would have a chance to tell the wolf.  ”I love you so damn much.”

Eyes widened, heart pounding.  He never thought he would hear those words leave Yonekuni’s lips, never thought the blond would return his feelings.  Arms reached out, his trembling noticeable as he pulled Yonekuni down, tangling his hands in soft blond hair as he took possession of Yonekuni’s lips.  ”Yonekuni,” a murmur when he pulled back.  Licking his lips, catching a hind of the blond’s flavor before nodding his head and grabbing the blond’s hand.  Bringing it up to his chest and letting Yonekuni feel the pounding of his heart.  ”Okay, Yonekuni,” another nod before seeing the blond smile at him.

“Shirou,” his name never sounded so good from Yonekuni’s lips.  Eyes closed, sounds swallowed and lips parted to feel a slick tongue push inside his mouth.  Weight pressing down on him, the body above his slowly moving, rubbing against him.  Feeling Yonekuni aligning himself, rubbing and humping against him.  Breathing harshly, his hands clawed at Yonekuni’s back, cursing the shirt the blond wore.  His body tensing, feeling Yonekuni’s cock rubbing against him through the clothing they wore as the blond ground down against him.  Pressure increased as Yonekuni’s movements became harsher and faster.  Head back and neck arched, he cried out as Yonekuni sunk his teeth into his neck, his grunts and curses muffled as his body shuddered, coming and staining his pants.

Releasing his hold on Shirou’s neck, seeing the redding flesh and the hint of blood starting to dot the pale skin.  Heavy breathing, cheeks flushed and the tremors that still racked the heavyweight’s body.  A wide smile on his face as he sat back, his hands unbuttoning the shirt he wore and tossed it to the side.  He could see dark eyes look down, feeling himself heat up at the mess he had but at the moment, he didn’t care.  Didn’t care that he had come quickly from just dry humping the one he wanted.  Scooting down Shirou’s long legs, his hands making quick work of the button and zipper, pulling back the flaps to reveal Shirou’s soaked underwear and smiled to himself.  Gently pulling away the clothing to reveal Shirou’s spent member, soaked in his own cum.

Pulling the male’s pants down far enough, he leaned down and licked.  Tongue cleaning and tasting the still warm fluid, a deep guttural moan rumbled in his chest at the pure, raw musk and taste.  Nuzzling the area he just cleaned, breathing deeply.  Licking up more, his tongue snaking out to clean the sides of Shirou’s cock of remaining cum.  Teeth scrapped along the sides as he took the softened member in his mouth.  Feeling the heavy flesh start to twitch, growing harder as he weighted it on his tongue before sucking his lover down.

He didn’t know if he was doing it correctly, rarely did he ever go down on Shirou, could count on one hand the number of times and yet, he felt his chest tighten when he heard Shirou’s voice break as he spoke his name.  Tracing the head with his tongue, letting the flesh slip out of his mouth while his fingers curled around the wet flesh, watching as Shirou struggled to sit up.  Passion radiating in dark eyes, swollen lips seemed to beckon as he leaned in, thrusting his tongue inside.  Swallowing the sound of disappointment, letting Shirou push him back.

Pulling away from his kiss, looking down at Yonekuni’s disheveled pants.  Kicking off the pants he wore, his hands immediately set to work unbuttoning Yonekuni’s pants.  Hands slipped inside to find the blond’s half hard cock, sticky with cool cum.  Pulling his hand free, licking away the cum that stained his hand, knowing that he had Yonekuni’s attention.  The shiver at Yonekuni’s taste, missing the taste of the he loved.  Pulling and dropping the pants, running his hands up Yonekuni’s long legs, his touch fleeting and teasing.  Reaching his destination, watching and seeing the the blond’s half hard cock twitch to life under his touch.

Scooping and smearing the cum that started to dry, rubbing his fingers.  Knowing that he hat blue eyes trained on him, he brought his fingers to his lips, licking the digits clean.  Eyes trained on Yonekuni’s lips, watching them part and a sound of want rumbled out.  ”Does seeing me lick your seed turn you on, Yonekuni?”  He asked, leaning in and brushed his lips across Yonekuni’s, feeling them part as the blond answered his question.

“Yeah,” his voice low as he licked at Shirou’s lips, grimacing at the taste of his own cum.  ”Its almost as hot as seeing my seed leaking out of you.”  Laying back, pulling his lover down on him and felt the wolf push and rub against his hard flesh.  Heat seeped into him as he buried his nose against Shirou’s neck, arms wrapping around and hands sliding down the supple ass he wanted.  Fingers pulled apart cheeks to expose Shirou’s hidden hole, feeling the male quiver under his touch.  Movements against him, feeling Shirou reach and guide him, allowing his member to rub up against and in between his cheeks.  With every beat of Shirou’s hips against him, every rub and breath, feeling the crown of his cock pushing against the hole he wanted to sink into.

Quickly looking around for a substitute for lubrication, he saw and reached for the complementary bottle of lotion next to the bed.  Handing the bottle to Shirou, watching as the wolf squeezed some onto his hand and reached behind himself.  Holding back the sound of approval as Shirou coated his flesh with the cold lotion, biting his lip when fingers guided him inside.  The feel of a downward push against his upward thrust.  Pulling Shirou to lay on his chest, his breath stolen in a brief kiss, he watched as his lover pulled back enough to rest his forehead against his as Shirou started to ride him.

He found himself clutching onto the one above him, afraid that if he let go, Shirou would become nothing more than a dream.  Feeling the wolf rear back, his eyes widened as he forced the male off of him and onto his back and slid inside.  His movements frantic, his grip painful on Shirou but he didn’t care.  Forcing Shirou to accept more of him, arms coming up and around him as he repeated his lover’s name as he came.  Shirou’s breath in his ear, his warmth surrounding him and for the first time in so long, his sleep was calming and no nightmares to haunt him.

He didn’t feel the bed move as Shirou got up, didn’t feel the hand brushing away his hair or the sound of his name leaving Shirou’s lips.  All he felt was being pulled up as Shirou gave the figure on the bed one last glance before opening the door and closing it behind him.  Bringing his hand to his chest, he wondered if the clenching of his heart would ever stop.

Slowly awakening, Shirou’s scent still lingering in his senses, he smiled to himself as his eyes slowly opened.  Expecting to find Shirou in his arms, he was both disappointed and frantic, eyes widening when he didn’t see the heavyweight in the room.  Heart pounding in fear at the thought that he lost Shirou, he grabbed his pants  and hurried to get dressed before his senses caught Shirou’s scent.  Hand reaching for the door knob and slowly opened, letting steam flow from the small bathroom.

He could see Shirou’s form through the steam, could easily catch Shirou’s pheromones through the smell of soap and hear his breathing over the sound of water pounding down from the shower head.  He caught the look his lover send him and quickly pushed his jeans down and off.  Joining the heavyweight under the flow of hot water, he caught Shirou’s lips in a kiss.  Feeling a bottle being slipped to him, watching as the wolf knelt down at his feet, could see lips part and closed his eyes as heat surrounded him.

Sitting to Shirou’s left, he did what he should have done years ago and listened as the heavyweight talked.  A glance down, seeing the ring that he slipped on Shirou’s hand before leaving the hotel.  After Shirou apologized to his boss and client for being dragged out during their drinking session, he put in his request for vacation and came with Yonekuni.  Spending time after leaving the shower, they both talked and the blond had hesitantly brought up the idea of being together again.  Of moving in together and, he swallowed and squeezed Shirou’s hand, of being together.  The way they should have been from the very beginning.

Title: Trippin’ through memories past pt 4 of 4
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Yonekuni & Shirou
Series: Sex Pistols
Part of: Alt Universe; Continuation fic to A surprise for two: 1 & 2 and Little Known Secret. Continuation to Dark Desires 1, 2 & 3.  Fourth part to Trippin’ through memories past 1, 2 & 3
Notes/Warnings: Set just a month after Dark Desires, Shirou is pregnant with their second child. Things seemed to be going fine for them, but when Shirou over hears a conversation between Yonekuni and several customers, his confidence takes a blow. When Yonekuni reassures his lover that everything was alright, they never knew that things would take a turn for the worse. Shirou will have to fight to get back his husband back. I do not know any medical jargon, nor do I know anything about bones. This is just a work of fiction.  Sorry if this is dull and boring, I want some angst.

He still wasn’t used to being a father, didn’t know if he was doing things correctly and going by Tadakuni’s behavior, he wasn’t.  Watching as the pup, as Shirou referred to him, disobeyed him.  As if the child was playing on the fact that he couldn’t remember.  It had been over two weeks since Shirou rushed himself and his pup to the hospital.  And while both Shirou and the baby slowly recovered, they weren’t well enough to be released from the hospital.  Normally, he would be getting help and how to parent from Mischa, but when an emergency call from one of their hotels over in Europe, they dropped everything and left, leaving the pup with him.

“Now listen, ki-Tadakuni,” he caught himself from calling his son “kid” and instead, used his given name.  Knowing that the situation wouldn’t be any better if he referred the boy to something else.  ”You need to stop crying for your mother,” he stated firmly, knowing that what he said was the truth.  ”You’re a big brother and right now, both your mother and little sister need you the most.  They need you to be strong.”  He could see the awe in his song’s gray eyes as he set down the law.  ”Now, hold still.”  He washed the boy carefully, trying to keep himself dry and keep his newly healed leg from the boy’s kicking legs and his wriggling, trying to get himself free and take off.  Again.  He didn’t know if he himself tolerated this behavior before, but he knew he needed to put a stop to it.  He gave a sigh of relief when the boy seemed to get the hint of seriousness in his voice.

Finally washing the boy, which he had to tolerate.  He couldn’t leave his son in the water in fear of him drowning and as he pulled Tadakuni from the water, setting him down, he turned away to grab a towel to dry him off.  When he turned back, his eyes widened at the sight of the boy forcing his soul out to shake off all the water that only canines knew how to do.  Drenched in water, tired and in pain, Yonekuni stood up to his full hight and looked down at the boy.  Watching as the pup seemed to realize what he had done.  Ears laying back, tucking his tail between his legs, the boy cowered in front of him.  Giving a heavy sigh, Yonekuni dropped the towel on the wolf pup and knelt down, drying off what water was left after he dispersed Tadakuni’s soul.  Hefting the boy in his arms, carrying him to his room and dressing the pup before getting dressed himself.

Making sure that he locked up, he held the nearly four year old in his arms while they headed off to visit Shirou in the hospital.  His memory was slowly starting to come back and as he spent time alone at night in the empty bed, he struggled to come to terms with what he knew and what he did after the accident.  Pulling his jacket closer and tighter to his body before pulling the hood of Tadakuni’s light jacket.  He didn’t seemed to be affected by the chill in the air as he was and instead, chattered quietly to himself.  And though the pup had his soul hidden, the pup’s chattering was full of little yips.  Something deep inside him wanted to respond to the sounds and a quick look around before he answered his son’s yips with a deep rumble in his chest, as if his soul was trying to connect with his son.  He watched as gray eyes widen, a smile spread on the child’s face and felt a bit of pride deep down.

Halfway to the hospital, listening to Tadakuni talk, a touch to his arm and the smell of an overly powerful perfume.  ”Ah!  Yonekuni-kun!  I’ve been trying to find you for so long,” the female gushed, talking to him as if she knew him well.  He couldn’t remember, didn’t even think he knew her.  The blank look on his face caused the female to stumble over her words.  ”Yo-you don’t remember me?  But we spent a wonderful night together two weeks ago!  It was the best time of my life,” she cried, looking up as if seeking some kind of reassurance.

It finally came to him, the person he slept with when he should have been by Shirou’s side.  Looking down at her, he shook her off of him and all he could say that “It was nothing but a mistake.  I shouldn’t have slept with you.”  Never sparing her a look, he continued on his way to the hospital, laughing quietly to himself when Tadakuni lifted his nose up, as if he was snubbing the woman.  Entering the hospital, up the elevator and pressing the button for the third floor, waiting as the machine took them to their floor and let them off.  Down the hall, he knew the path by heart as he set Tadakuni down and opened the door quietly.  Letting the pup in first, then following close behind, he closed the door behind him.

Seeing the one on the bad wide awake and looking down to his left, never noticing the two who walked in.  When Tadakuni used all his strength and pushed the chair closer, making a racket as the legs of the chair scraped against the floor finally caught Shirou’s attention as he turned towards the two.  ”They won’t let me hold her,” he whispered to the blond, knowing that Yonekuni knew who he was talking about.  ”But we should be able to go home in another week,” he gave Yonekuni a smile, though he didn’t put his heart in it.

He looked over, seeing a small form curled up in a specialty designed blanket for newborns.  Yonekuni could see a little tail peeking out, so tiny compared to his.  Could see the line of ridges starting to form along said tail before lifting and handing Tadakuni to Shirou, he took a seat and talked quietly with his partner while Tadakuni looked over at his baby sister.  He remembered what his papa told him, that he needed to be a big boy, that he was an older brother now.  With a nod of his little head and firm resolve, he decided that it would be his job to protect his little sister.

A sniff to the air, the familiar and nauseating smell returned and a look over to the doorway.  The same one they came across to on their way to the hospital.  Yonekuni looked up, bringing his finger to his lips and told the pup to be quiet.  A firm nod.

“We know you’re there,” Yonekuni called from his seat, feeling his heart clench at the confused look Shirou had.  ”You decided to follow me even though I told you that night was a mistake,” he stated, looking up at Shirou’s face.  He could see the hurt in his eyes and felt like a heel when the faint shimmer of tears filled his eyes.  Lips moving silently, apologizing without words for now and hoped that the male understood how sorry he was.

“I refuse to believe that it was just a one time thing,” she said haughtily as she stepped further into the room, a look of disgust on her face when she saw Yonekuni holding Shirou’s hand.  ”That old man I talked to was lying when he said you had a wife.  So, if you don’t have a partner, why not me?  I’ve got a higher fertility than others and I’m female.  I can give you a child of your own,” she offered, avoiding Shirou’s glare.

“He may have slept with you but you obviously don’t know when to quit, do you?”  Shirou stated as calmly as he could from his spot on the bed.  His hand clenching the blankets while his other held tight to Yonekuni’s hand.  Feeling Yonekuni’s hand give him a reassuring squeeze, he returned it before narrowing his eyes at her.  ”You don’t know anything about him.  Don’t know that he has a family of his own, a partner and lover.  A wife, which you seem to think you can convince him to leave.  Why do you think that just because you slept with him makes you a perfect candidate to be by his side?”  Anger just below the surface and though he normally was calm person, can nearly forgive anything.  But the fact that he was in the hospital while his husband fooled around on him.

“Don’t think that I’ll give up my husband to you just because you slept with him.”  He struggled to get out of the bed, shaking off Yonekuni’s hand.  Biting down the pain he felt in his body, his hospital gown fluttered as he moved and stood in front of her.  The pent up anger and betrayal he felt finally had an outlet as he stared her down, watching as she took a step back.  Tilting his head a little before bringing his right hand up and touched her forehead before dropping his arm.  Standing there, watching as the girl’s eyes go blank.  He saw Shirou lean in and whisper a few words, a frown on his face before the girl turned around  and walked out of the room as if she was in a trance.

Shooting a look at Yonekuni for sleeping with the woman, stepping close to Yonekuni, he breathed in deeply.  The blond’s scent on his tongue before resting his forehead against Yonekuni’s shoulder, head turned so he could whisper into his ear.  He felt Yonekuni shudder as he spoke, unsure what made the blond shiver, forgetting about it when he felt Yonekuni’s arms wrap around his shoulders.  He told Yonekuni, suggested really, how to make it up to him and when he heard him whisper back, he had to bite back a moan.  He hadn’t been touched by someone other than himself in so long that a mere feeling of Yonekuni’s breath on his skin caused him to react.

The sound of a throat clearing broke them apart, both wearing guilty looks before the blond turned his head away from the doctor’s knowing gaze.  When the doctor pushed past Yonekuni, helping Shirou back up on the bed,  Yonekuni’s eyes narrowed when he saw the placement of the doctor’s hand on Shirou’s bare back.  Jealousy rose up in him, watching as the doctor’s hand slid down then stopped, as if his glare reached him.

He heard a sigh before the doctor turned to him.  ”Why did you allow him to get up?”  His hackles raised at the tone the doctor used, as if he was accusing him of deliberately placing Shirou in harm.  A hand held up, the doctor chuckled before adjusting his glasses.  ”I’m not accusing you of anything.  The stitches that Shirou has had been pulled, they need to be replaced.”  Watching as the doctor stepped aside, allowing Yonekuni to see the spotting of blood on Shirou’s gown before looking at his pained face.  ”You have a few minutes before he needs to be cleaned up and restitched.”  Giving them both a look, he left to get a nurse and his tools.

The door closing quietly, Yonekuni turned to Shirou and lifted his gown.  He could see where the stitches tore, the incision that leaked blood and as he held Shirou’s hand, he could see the happiness in dark eyes.  Could see the pain and the happiness and feel Shirou squeeze his hand.  Turning when the door opened again, moving to the side to allow the doctor and nurse to remove the torn stitches and replace them.  Waiting off to the side, close to Tadakuni and Ayaka, who laid in her incubator, he watched as his partner winced and bit his lip as the old stitches were removed and replaced.  He could see the pride in Shirou’s dark eyes, could see everything.

Once the area was sterilized and the stitches replaced, he gave the two a warning about any activities before leaving, closing the door behind him.  Shirou released the curse under his breath once he was sure that the door wouldn’t open up again.  Talking quietly to Yonekuni, seeing Tadakuni yawn and watched as Yonekuni picked up the sleeping pup and leave, giving him one last glance before closing the door behind him.

Entering the quiet home, Yonekuni setting the sleeping pup on his bed before he went to look for the makeshift crib Shirou had told him about.  After some searching, he found and pulled it out.  A deep breath, the musky scent of Tadakuni.  He could only imagine how the pup looked sleeping in what he made.  Or at least, what Shirou had told him.  Setting it off to the side of their bed, it would have to do until Shirou and Ayaka came home and got settled in.  Looking at the clock, seeing how much time he spent looking for the crib he left the room, turning up the heat of the house before getting and waking up Tadakuni.  Dressing him, they headed out for shopping, knowing he needed to pick up the items that would help Shirou replenish his energy and help him heal faster as well as special formula for the baby.

Locking the door behind him, he lifted Tadakuni up in his arms, knowing his little legs wouldn’t be able to keep up with him.  He felt more comfortable with holding the boy than he did weeks ago and he could tell by the way his son kept close.  Handing the basket to the pup, he didn’t have to spend too long shopping, quickly heading home all the while drawing stares from those who were unattached and from those who were.    Pushing away the urge to drop off the groceries and head back out to the clothing shops he had past on the way there and back.  He didn’t shop for clothes, not at all and yet, he couldn’t help but wonder where the urge came from.

Arriving home, setting down the items he carried in one hand and Tadakuni in the other, setting the boy on the counter.  Pulling the apron on he found earlier that week, he set out to show his son that he could make them something edible for the both of them, biting his tongue to hold back a curse.  He didn’t know how Shirou would react if he were to say what he wanted to say in front of the boy, knowing most likely that Tadakuni would repeat what he said.  Chuckling a little under his breath, he finally made something that they could both stomach.  Watching the pup eat, he marveled how someone so small could make such a big mess.  After everything was cleaned up, Tadakuni bathed once again and sleeping away, Yonekuni explored the house more.

He didn’t venture upstairs that often, usually too busy with undertaking the role of being a father.  But with the pup asleep and having a week to get things done before Shirou and the baby come home, he found himself up the stairs, standing in front of the first door on the right.  Opening the door, an old musky smell hit him.  A familiar smell that tugged at his senses, urging him to remember.  Entering the room and flipping the light on, distant memories teased his mind when he touched and sat on the bed.  Faint scents from the past, tugging at him as he laid down on the rather large bed and closed his eyes, falling quickly into sleep.

He dreamt of a time when he and Shirou were younger, still in school.  Could see himself and Shirou sitting on the very bed as they studied, talking quietly to themselves.  Watching his younger self reaching out to touch the slight bump along Shirou’s waist, lowering his pants while pushing his shirt up.  He could see the look of wonder on his face, seeing books being forgotten as he pushed Shirou onto his back, lifting up the shirt further and nuzzling against the soft, bare skin.  Watching as arms pulled Shirou closer, stripping clothing off.  Lips moving softly on the slight bump, moving down to kiss the head of Shirou’s hard cock.  Tongue snaking out to lick at the beading fluid before taking the male into his mouth.

Eyes snapping open,  breathing heavy and body hot, he cursed as a hand ran through his hair and got up from the bed.  Opening the drawers of the desk, pulling out pictures from years past.  Pictures that must have been taken by Shirou’s parents.  He laughed at several of them, seeing the embarrassing side of the male when he was growing up.  When he got to the school photos, he held his breath.  He recognized the boy in his first year uniform and suddenly, he remembered being approached by him.  Of slamming his hand in the boy’s face, he looked away.

Though he couldn’t remember their time together during and after school, he could remember the way he treated him and with a scowl on his face, the way he treated Shirou since his accident.  He never had someone stand by his side this long despite all the things he put him through.  The feeling humbled him, to know that someone was dedicated to him.  Just him and not because of his lineage or because he was a heavyweight.  Slipping the pictures into his pocket, he turned the light off and closed the door.  After a bit of cleaning, the room could become Tadakuni’s room.  The rest of the rooms on the second floor stood empty.  Could get his brother to help move the furniture from the smaller room down stairs that Shirou had hastily put together when he was in the hospital with a cast on.

Heading back down stairs, checking in on the sleeping pup, he poured himself a drink and sat down on the couch.  Everything was nearly ready for the two to come home, though he didn’t know how they were going to dress the baby.  Staring down at his empty glass, wondering when he finished before setting the glass to the side, laying down on the couch and closed his eyes.

Looking around the room, he was only on in the spacious room.  And though full of furniture and decorations, it felt so cold to him.  Exiting and going from room to room of the house, looking for others.  Looking for his partner and his son, he couldn’t find a hint of them.  As if they never stepped foot in the house.  A glance out the second story window, seeing Shirou and Tadakuni in the small yard, watching as his lover knelt down to their son.  Watching Shirou’s lips move as he spoke to the pup, seeing the big smile on the blond child’s face as he laughed.  Moving quickly down the stairs and to the front door then outside.  Running into the yard, watching as they slowly walked away, their backs to him.  Reaching out, wordlessly begging to them to stay with him.  Not to leave him alone.  They didn’t look back nor did they speak, only continuing until he couldn’t see them.  Dropping to his knees, he looked down at his hands as a voice spoke up.

“You can’t watch him all the time.”

Eyes flew open, staring up at the ceiling as he heart pounded.  Reaching up to brush away the sleep from his eyes, surprised to feel tears slipping down.  Scrubbing them away, growling at himself for an act that wasn’t like him, he felt a touch on his arm and the familiar scent of the pup.  Without a word, he hauled the boy up, allowing him to curl up on his chest with a stuffed toy under his arm.  Hesitantly, his arms came up to hold the boy that was his son and fond himself drifting off again.

Sighing from the bed, Shirou looked off to the side at the small incubator that held his baby.  He wanted to get up and touch her.  Wanted to hold her and make sure that she was alright, even though his doctor had told him that she was doing just fine.  That her condition was rapidly improving despite being near death when she was hatched.  The sound of the door opening caught his attention, hoping that Yonekuni would be walking through the door.  His hopes dashed as his doctor walked in, giving him a sympathetic smile before taking a seat in the chair that was situated next to the bed.  Answering questions that were asked of him, his attention drifting back to the incubator as struggled to get out of the bed.  The doctor’s hands on his arm, trying to prevent him from getting out, from hurting himself again.

“Please don’t,” the doctor struggled, attempting to restrain him.  ”You’ll pull out the stitches that were replaced just a few days ago.”  He knew his patient was after his child, knew how much the heavyweight wanted to hold her.  ”As much as you want to hold her, it’s still too early.  She needs to gain her strength.  Despite her doing quiet well, she needs her rest.”  He saw the hesitant nod as Shirou laid back.  Once he was sure that his patient would stay in his bed, he left.  Opening the door, he hid the flinch when a glare was leveled at him as his patient’s husband stood in front of him.

Sitting back against the pillow , looking over when the door opened again, this time his hopes rose when he saw the small smile Yonekuni gave him.  ”Just a few days left.” he said softly, reaching for Yonekuni’s hand.  The feel of long fingers curling around his, the small squeeze he got back from the blond and he couldn’t help the tremble that ran through his body.  Catching the knowing look Yonekuni gave him, glad that the blanket was heavy enough to cover the excitement he felt.

“Where’s Tadakuni?”  The sheepish look on his husband’s face, the mumbled words of how Karen had dropped by earlier and snatched her grandson away for the day.  ”She said something about shopping.”  He watched as Yonekuni frowned, as if what Karen was doing didn’t sit right with him.  Squeezing Yonekuni’s hand again, he leaned in.  ”One of these days, You’re going to have to take me shopping with you,”  Shirou confessed, seeing the light flush the blond sported.  The hold Yonekuni had on him tightened before Shirou’s released and grabbed Yonekuni by his jacked and pulled him down.  Lips parted and his tongue licked at Yonekuni’s.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” he confessed, looking up at Yonekuni.  ”There’s other things I want to do, but I don’t want you to ever fill uncomfortable around me.”  The confused look Yonekuni wore and he whispered what he wanted him to do.  To have Yonekuni push him down and touch him.  To make him cum with just touching along.  He watched as Yonekuni flushed, reminding him of a teen all over again.  He squirmed in his bed, aching for his lover to touch him.  A hand or a kiss, he looked up.  ”Could you help me up?”  He asked, needing to relieve the aching he felt.  Despite that his doctor didn’t want him to leave his bed, he couldn’t abide what was expected of him this time.

With Yonekuni’s help, Shirou’s small steps lead him to the bathroom.  Closing the door, his hand to the wall to help his balance, lowering the lid to the toilet, he gingerly sat down.  Body aching in more ways than one, he lifted the hospital gown he wore to look down.  Though his doctor said that he might pull out his stitches if he moved too much, he couldn’t really see them.  His hand slid down, avoiding his sore and still red stomach as his fingers curled around his hardness.  A groan, loud enough to be heard outside the bathroom.  He didn’t get far in pleasuring himself as the bathroom door slammed open, starling Shirou and seeing the embarrassed look Yonekuni gave him before closing the door.  His hand dropped, letting his gown cover his lap.  The urge to touch himself, to get off left him when his husband closed the door.  He wouldn’t have minded if Yonekuni decided to join him.

Getting up to his feet, slowly making his way to the sink to wash his hands, he didn’t look in the mirror.  Didn’t want to feel even worse then he already did.  Leaving the bathroom, he found that Yonekuni had taken off, leaving him along in the room save for his baby in the incubator.  Gently climbing back onto the bed, gritting his teeth and praying that his stitches didn’t pull.  Laying back, he willed himself to sleep as he pulled the blankets up.

On the other side of the door, pressing his back against the wall, he attempted to calm the excited feeling he got.  He wanted to stay and help get the male off.  Wanted to see the look of pleasure on Shirou’s face as he came and do so much more.  Pushing himself away from the wall and forcing himself to walk down the hall to the elevator, down and finally leaving the building, lest he stay he do what he wanted to the heavyweight.  Heading home, straightening up.  He had a few days left before he brought Shirou and the little one home, he laid back and closed his eyes, willing time to pass quickly and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.

The heavy feeling on his chest, weight he wasn’t used to woke him up later that evening.  Eyes widening to see his son sleeping on his chest, curled up in his true form.  His hand reached out and touched soft fur before dispelling the boy’s soul to reveal his human form.  At times, just like this, he wished he could remember everything that happened.  Simple and not so simple memories he desperately wanted to remember.  A note clutched in the boy’s hand and he reached for it, sliding it from Tadakuni’s hand.  Recognizing Karen’s hand writing, he set the note to the side and closed his eyes once again, feeling the heat the little body on his chest provided.

The last few days past buy quickly, Yonekuni finding himself rushing to get things ready before he had to leave to bring Shirou and the baby home.  The feeling of nervousness bothered him.  He really couldn’t remember ever being nervous for anything, it just wasn’t like him.  So, why did the thought of bringing the two home make him nervous?  A shake of his head, pushing away all thoughts of his feelings, not seeing the curious look Tadakuni sent him.  Keeping his eyes forward, not paying any attention to those who would stop and stare at them.  Reaching Shirou’s room, seeing him in the process of pulling his shirt on before the heavyweight turned towards him.  A heathy glow to Shirou’s skin, seeing the look the male gave him before looking away, flushing at the pleased look.  Setting Tadakuni on his feet, he helped Shirou finish dressing.  His hands lingered on legs before he looked up and watched as Shirou pulled his glasses away and licked his lips.

Heart racing, he helped his partner slip his shoes on before washing his hands only to return to Shirou’s side.  Lifting the small bundle in his arms, pulling the specially made blanket to reveal the small form of a baby crocodile.  Feeling his heart clench at the sight of his baby, so small and so hard to imagine that this child came from Shirou.  The tug at his pants, Yonekuni handed the baby to Shirou while he lifted Tadakuni up onto his lap as the boy looked at his younger sister before looking up at him.  ”She’s the reason your going to be a big boy.  So, no more crying.  You need to be strong for not only her but your mother and I.”  A hand on his shoulder and he looked up as Shirou smiled down at him.

The presence at the door, several nurses, including the one that Yonekuni slept with weeks ago.  The bright smile that Shirou wore died as he bundled the baby and held her close to his body.  He could still the uncertainty from the blond and his confidence faltered.  Does he remember?  Does he want to remember?  He wanted to ask so badly.  Brief touches were the only contact he got from Yonekuni, nothing more than that.  Approaching the doorway, holding Tadakuni’s hand with his free hand while the other was occupied with the baby, watching as the group of nurses moved out of the way.  As soon he and his son past the group, the nurses surrounded Yonekuni.  Holding his head up high, he waited.  He knew he had to have faith in his husband in choosing the right path.  But he couldn’t help the jealousy that raged in him, his eyes narrowing at those who dared touch what was his.  One by one the woman moved away from the blond, each one looking ashamed.

He should have pushed his way to Shirou, should have told the woman not to touch him.  But despite all his “should have’s” he did nothing.  Instead, he watched as the women dropped their hands and parted, revealing his partner who waited for him.  Waited for him to be come a complete family.  He still hesitated, wondering if he wanted to be with one person for life.  Be with someone who accepted him for who he was and all his faults.  Be with someone who loved him for so long.  Or  did he want to be with with those who only chased after him because of what he was?

Shaking off what hands were left on him and walked towards Shirou, looking over his shoulder at them.  ”Sorry, but none of you can ever match up to him.”  Touching the small of Shirou’s back, the faint whisper of his name and the worries if he could ever match up to his old self were pushed aside for now.  With his family at home, Tadakuni tucked away in his bed, sleeping soundly and Ayaka wrapped tightly in her incubator, Yonekuni watched from the side of the room as Shirou stripped off his clothing.  From where he stood, he saw the flash of Shirou’s flat stomach and the now healed, still red scar from where the stitches were removed.  Watching as the male stepped away the clothes he let drop and clothed in only his unbutton shirt, he sat on the bed.

Sitting on the bed, watching and waiting as the blond seemed undecided to wether to join him on the bed or not.  And while the words he remembered hearing Yonekuni speak made him happy and now that he had the blond alone, his husband seemed to hesitate.  It was time to take matters into his own hands as he got up, the few steps towards the blond and grabbed Yonekuni’s hand to pull him to the bed.  Forcing the male to sit, he knelt down and ignored the slight twinge of pain.  ”Just leave this to me,” he whispered from between Yonekuni’s legs.  Sliding his hands up jean covered legs, his nose against Yonekuni’s lap as his lips traced the outline of the heavyweight’s flesh through his pants.  Unbuttoning and lowering the zipper, his hand slipped it and found the half hard, rapidly growing cock.  Catching Yonekuni’s eyes, ducking his head to bring the head to his lips.  Dipping the tip of his tongue in the tiny slit, he closed his eyes when he felt Yonekuni’s hand slide through his hair.

Feeling his heart in his throat when Shirou glanced up at him, watching as the crown of his cock slid past parted lips and into the wet heat that’s Shirou’s mouth.  His fingers sliding through dark hair as the one before him began to suck him gently and slowly.  His breath escaping him in a his as he felt the light scrapping from sharp teeth, cool air hitting his skin as Shirou’s tongue licked its way down.  The feel of a hand slipping further inside his pants, light touches to his sack, shuddering as pleasure raced through him from the way he was being caressed.  Lips sucked and kissed up the side of his flesh, following the pulsating veins only to be taken back into the heat that was Shirou’s mouth.  A hard suck and he pulled Shirou off his knees and onto the bed, closer to him as he brushed his lips against the wolf’s.  ”Show me what you want,”  Yonekuni murmured.  ”Teach me what turns you on.”

He could feel his heart flutter, reaching for Yonekuni’s hand and placing against his cheek, leaning into the forced touch.  ”All you need to do is touch me, Yonekuni.”  Turning his head and kissing the palm of the blond’s hand.  ”Learn for yourself.  Explore to your heart’s content.”  Leaning in, sucking on Yonekuni’s lower lip while his hand curled around the jutting flesh.

His hand reached out, hesitantly touching smooth and hard muscles, his movements slow as his fingers encircled a pale nipple.  Plucking it softly, gently and silently cursed his nervousness.  He wasn’t a virgin, far from it.  So why was he suddenly nervous when he touched Shirou?  Doubts rose up again at the thought of the male coming him to his old self.  He must have had a strange expression on his face he felt Shirou grab him by the jaw and force him to look up.  ”Look at me!  There is only one Yonekuni me.  Wether you remember or not, you’ll always be the man I love.  My husband, partner and mate.”  A lick to his lips, a sound of displeasure from just a brief taste of Shirou.  ”I’ll show you how better I am than all those women.”  Feeling Shirou push him back, watching as his partner knelt above him.

Kissing, slipping his tongue past parted lips as he tasted his husband for the first time in so long.  Trailing his lips down Yonekuni’s chin and to the side of his neck, pausing to nuzzle and rub on the one spot that was overflowing with the blond’s musk. He found himself shuddering as the musk attacked his senses and forced himself to move down, his teeth nibbled on Yonekuni’s chest.  Lapping at flat nipples, watching as they quickly hardened before flicking the tip of his tongue against the now hard nubs.

Sitting back on Yonekuni’s lap, keeping most of his weight on his knees, Shirou slid his hands along Yonekuni’s broad chest.  Trembling when the upward thrust pushed the blond’s hard cock against him.  How long had he been dreaming of this?  It didn’t matter any more as he reached for the bottle of lubrication only have Yonekuni beat him to it.

Holding the bottle in his hand, he reached over and pulled the male onto his chest and further up.  Swallowing hard at the sight of the hard flesh before his eyes, his free hand reached and touched, curling his fingers around the hard cock.  Hearing the gasp of his name, the throbbing in his hand as fluid started to bead while his hand slowly moved.  The desperate longing he saw in Shirou’s eyes and for once, wanted to answer back the faint trembling as hips pushed against his hand, urging him to touch and do more.  As his thumb swept over the head, gathering more of Shirou’s pre-cum, he watched the heavyweight reach and grab the lubrication from him.  Taking his free hand, covering his fingers with the cool gel before guiding it behind him.

“Please, Yonekuni.”  He swallowed, the begging in Shirou’s voice.  Pulling the wolf even closer while his lube covered fingers rubbed and spreading the rapidly warming lube against the hole before pushing inside,  hissing at the tightness he felt.  Sounds from above, looking up and seeing the canine’s head tossed back, feeling him push back against his fingers.  Eyes widened at the sight of ears shimmering, appearing and feeling a tail brush against his legs.  His body moved on its own, pulling his free and pushed Shirou off him, urging him to his knees.  Running his hand along Shirou’s back and down over his rump, as if he was trying to soothe him only to turn the wolf on even more.  Working his fingers, covering himself with lube, rubbing the head against the small hole and fitted himself against Shirou’s back.

Eyes closed, memories besieging as he pushed forward, enjoying the cry of pleasure.  Dropping his head between Shirou’s shoulder blades, memories that he thought would never return as his movements became more confident, more possessive as he remembered.  Wrapping one arm around Shirou’s chest, the other snaking down.  Hand cupping and teasing the flesh that moved from his movements, his breath hissing out as Shirou’s body tightened around him.  Nosing away the edges of dark hair, licking at skin before whispering words for Shirou to hear, watching through narrow eyes as the heavyweight tried to look over his shoulder at him.  Ignoring the whine of disappointment when he pulled away, forcing the male on his back while he hooked his arms under Shirou’s knees and kissed his lover before sliding back inside.

Deep asleep, he didn’t feel the hand running through his blond hair, didn’t hear the sound f his name being whispered or the look of relief in dark eyes.  Only pushing his head deeper into Shirou’s lap, feeling and wanting more of the heat that his partner’s body readily offered him.

The feeling of excess warmth filled him, comforting him as the sound of deep breathing filled the nearly silent room, a growl from Shirou as he dreamed and he smiled.  Reaching out to soft fur as Shirou laid out on his side, his back to him as he slept.  The feel of a tail brushing his leg before being dispelled, revealing the heavyweight’s pale skin.  He thought of how he nearly lost him, nearly walked away from the one who made him feel whole.  Quietly getting out of bed, trying to make as little nose as possible as he pulled on his pants and walking over to the other side of the bed.  A faint chirp, a sound he recognized as he lifted the bundle out of the makeshift crib.  Parting the special blanket, revealing the small, tiny really, figure .

Dark eyes peered up up at him, unblinking before giving another little chirp.  His heart tripped and the presence at his back, seeing Shirou approaching and looking over his shoulder.  ”She’s going to look like you,” a quick look down to see that the wolf had slipped some pants on before joining him.  Feeling Shirou rest his head on his shoulder before speaking.  ”You don’t know how worried I was,” Shirou admitted, looking up at him before looking at the bundle in his arms.

“I was so worried that I would lose both you and the baby,” feeling the bundle being lifted form his hands and into Shirou’s arms.  ”But now that we’re together,” he reached for Yonekuni’s hand and pulled him along.  Both out of the room and along for the ride together.

He never did tell Shirou that his memories returned, didn’t want to see if the male would treat him any different.  Though, he didn’t have to speak about his memories, Shirou had ended up finding out when he caught Yonekuni holding the tiny reptile close and feeding her.  Holding the small bottle with special formula for infants and newborns, watching with a small smile as the bottle was angled just right.  Pausing at the doorway, his hand on the frame, he quietly watched Yonekuni and left before the blond could catch him.  Little things like that told Shirou had gained his memories or at least some of them.

Lifting the squirming reptile in his arms, offering the formula and watched with a silent sigh as Ayaka took the offered bottle.  Dressed in clothes he had hastily thrown on when Tadakuni came in, trying to carry his little sister in his arms.  He had taken the role of being a big brother and when he heard the sound he knew all too well, he carried her as carefully as he could to his parents bedroom.  At the age of four, nearing five, he had become an expert at figuring out the different sounds his little sister made.

With the head turned up high and winter raging outside, Shirou shifted Ayaka in his arm.  Setting the empty bottle side for now, he soothed his hand along the ridges of her back all the while her tail peeked out of the outfit that Karen had bought for her.  Grabbing a heavy blanket, he joined Yonekuni on the couch and offered the head he had to help his husband deal with the cold.  Once he was comfortable, Tadakuni snuggled in close to his parents and promptly fell asleep.

It had been well over a year since Yonekuni’s accident and while things have returned to normal, Shirou couldn’t shake away the foreboding feeling he was getting.  As if their past would come back to haunt them.  Pushing the thoughts away as he he and Yonekuni watched a movie with the volume down while Ayaka and Tadakuni slept soundly.  He shivered, despite the heat flowing through the vents of the house and looked up.  The feeling as if someone was watching them wouldn’t go away.  He caught Yonekuni’s questioning gaze and shook his head, telling him that it was nothing.  The arm sliding behind him, Yonekuni’s hand cupping his shoulder and caught the heated look the blond sent him.

When he shivered again, wanting nothing more than to enjoy Yonekuni on the couch.  A glance to the silent and empty fire place before getting up, gently carrying Ayaka while Yonekuni carried Tadakuni, each one laid to bed and blankets pulled up to keep them warm.  Silently closing the door, he gave the blond a suggestive look and headed back downstairs, knowing that Yonekuni would be by his side in minutes.  Lighting the fire and shutting off the movie that was playing, he knelt on the floor.  He didn’t have to wait long to hear Yonekuni approach, soft footsteps behind him then the sound of the blond sitting and pulling him back against his chest.

The heat of the fire warmed his body as he felt Yonekuni’s hands slide under his shirt.  Leaning further back, a sound of pleasure when fingers found and played with his nipples only to be abandoned as his shirt was pulled up and off.  Catching Yonekuni’s lips in an awkward angled kiss, his sound of surprise was muffled by lips when he felt cool fingers pressing against him and inside, the chill of the lubrication was quickly warmed by his body.

Pulling away from the kiss, blue eyes narrowed at Shirou’s reaction from his touch.  His own body reacting to the tightness he felt around his fingers, feeling his partner starting to ride and the whine of disappointment from his lover when he pulled away.  A quick covering of lube on himself before pushing in, settling back on his heels with the wolf in his lap.  ”I still can’t get over the fact of how tight you are,” Yonekuni muttered in between ragged groans as he slowly met Shirou’s movements.  He saw Shirou look over his shoulder as he rode him and in between his cries, his lover told him something that stroked his ego.  He couldn’t help pushing Shirou to his knees as he swelled inside his lover, the sounds escaping Shirou’s lips told him that the wolf enjoyed it.

His movements slow and torturous, he reveled in the sound of Shirou’s begging, the cry of disappointment when he slapped the heavyweight’s hand away.  Nosing Shirou’s ear, a lick to the lobe while his had gave what the wolf had been wanting.  Feeling the spill of hot cum on his hand while his body shuddered, forcing his seed deep inside the wolf.

Lost in each other, neither didn’t notice the danger that waited them.  Never noticing the car that sat across the street.  The driver getting out and approaching the gate, despite the winter storm that raged around him.  Watching the flickering light that illuminated the curtain before turning around and heading back to his car.

‘It’s still too early to make a move,’ he thought to himself shaking the snow off his hair.  ’I'll let them lure themselves into a sense of security then I’ll make them pay and get what I want.’  Starting the car, absently scratching the surgical scar on his lower jaw before taking off.  Besides, he couldn’t stay in one place for very long, not with the police and Interpol  on his tail.  It didn’t matter though, by the time they caught up to him, he will have already gotten what he wanted, in more ways then one.  Flicking his lit cigarette out the window, he chuckled and drove off under the cover of the storm